It was dark in the bathroom and it smelled like a wet plant. The door was locked. I really had to go pee but this guy was pressing me down by the shoulders until I was on my knees. The bones in my back pressed against the slick side of the toilet. That guy was pulling down his pants and he was holding my head with one hand so I wouldn’t move. He was calling my name but he was so far above me. I felt all this hair at my mouth. I didn’t think that was what it would feel like. He held himself and his body got bigger in my face. His hips started rocking. His thing that had no hair pushed into my lips. It was there on my tongue like a water balloon. My mouth had to really open. I wanted him to stop moving, just let me feel it for a second, just let me feel what it was like. But he slid it in my mouth until it felt too deep. I had to open my jaw and it hurt. I was ready for it to stop. But he was too tight with his hand on the back of my head. He kept horsing the thing and his hips in my face.
‘Please, please, please,’ he moaned. He sounded like a girl.
I started moaning too. I heard myself gag.
Then this strange sour cream flew into my throat, the guy’s grip went slack on the back of my head. I quickly yanked away and looked up. There was this flash where I saw his head reeling. But I knew he was happy, he kept saying my name, saying yes saying yes …
I sprang off my knees and I ran out of the bathroom. I ran up the stairs and ran out of the house. I was running and wiping that cream off my face. Racing home so fast that what I’d just done made itself known everywhere in my body. My heart felt like a twisted muscle.
I think I kept running after that night, I mean running to and from men. I only wanted to do things with them once. See, this is what I was trying to say to you right at the beginning, I mean why you’d probably call me a slut: because I started having sex all the time, just one time. I wanted to know what would happen with another guy and another guy when I was down on my knees, with a pulsing water balloon in my mouth. I started getting good at what I was doing too. I mean, hearing guys above me groaning, just like they were dying. I sucked everything coming through them; I sucked them to feel sex right in my mouth. Sucking their cocks for this feeling, too, but all the stuff that they were doing to me didn’t ever really feel like it was happening in my body. It’s what I was saying before – something was getting stuck inside me. Like the pleasure I was feeling was sticking up my throat, buzzing through my ribs. And when I swallowed, it was like there was this big pile of people at the bottom of me, all their limbs shooting out. I think I kept sucking dicks like crazy because I wanted so badly to plow through.
Something did burst for me eventually. I mean, I’d been fucking so much, always trying to feel myself more, and I think I fell in love. It’s hard for me to say that. Are you surprised to hear me say it too? You probably think that sluts don’t love. It’s true in a way, you know, sluts don’t love. But they can love flesh, so I guess they fall in love from having sex. Well, some girls can, I guess. I think I got more fucked up falling so hard for some guy through sex because I didn’t know how to suck a cock that I thought I was in love with. Trying to love this one felt like I had to jump in the centre of that twisted mound of people.
If I back up for a second, I’ll tell you more, because I want you to understand. See, through all my sucking and fucking, I thought that men’s hearts were in their cocks. I mean, that their cocks were the way that they loved. And so I was feeling their hearts by sucking them. This is the real beginning of what I wanted to tell you about.
When I met that one guy who I fell in love with, I sucked his cock better than I’d ever sucked anyone’s before. I lay my head on his stomach and I put him into me endlessly. It was simple at first, because I finally felt like what I was doing with my body was right: I had all this longing for sucking the life out of men, and now here was a life that I finally wanted.
But you know what happened? This guy didn’t notice. I mean, I was sucking his heart the best that I could and he didn’t even care! It wasn’t like I expected him to fall in love with me because of my sucking. I know you probably think that I think that and so you think right away I’m a fool – but all I’m really asking right now is: how do you have sex with someone you’re in love with?
I couldn’t look this man in the eyes. When we fucked I looked down at his cock coming in. I looked there so hard my sight blurred. His cock poked and pressed into the place where I wanted to feel myself most, but all I felt like doing was crying after sex because somehow I knew I was letting slip what I couldn’t even see. I mean that the feeling I wanted was slipping away without my even feeling it. I was fucking and fucking him and nothing was staying. I always came back to this guy’s body for more, to grab what I felt that I already missed.
I bet if you could’ve cut me in half right then, you would’ve been able to see what was making me cry. Do you believe me? Has this ever happened to you? The feeling that you’re sprouting something so disgusting and it only comes out around the person you are in love with? I wish I could explain this even more to you but I’d have to squeeze you up and throw you back into my body when I was feeling this way. I swear you’d never have come out of me alive! It was like there were these tight, pimpled lumps in my stomach. I had flushed cheeks on the outside, but I was rotting on the inside. I was trying to love this person who didn’t love me back. That man had some kind of lust for me, sure, but I knew it wasn’t serious. I was just a puppet sucking his dick – one who would’ve split open her tongue to serve him better!
Maybe you can already see it so perfectly, how everything I thought was so wrong – how this was not love, how I was perverting the word by even calling what I was doing that. But I just had no experience with this kind of thing. Go ahead if you want, be disgusted with me. I know it must look bad. Having sex with this guy turned into a nightmare, it became the very worst that it had ever been for me. I couldn’t stop sucking, I couldn’t relax. My body was rigid. My lips didn’t kiss. Sex with this guy was like digging a hole. I was watching us do it, watching us dig. And I wanted more of it and more of it until I thought I could see our dark holes matching up. It was leg striking leg, it was cock into cunt. I was so deep in the mud with this guy that I knew: we are the same. But I thought the man didn’t see that! He didn’t understand. And so I couldn’t do a thing. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t fuck and I couldn’t run away.
I guess this is why I’m telling you this story. I want you to understand. Please, stay with me right now. I will tell you everything that happened. My mouth works like a deep, deep ditch – there’s always more, one inch deeper. Please trust me, please. I’ll tell it all. Just stay with me here for a little while longer.
It all started with me and that guy at a club. I remember seeing him across the room. His eyebrows were thick, all in one line. He was watching me dance and it made my stomach stir. This guy looked as strong as a bull. I started moving over to him. The music was so loud that my whole body vibrated. As I got closer and closer to this guy’s chest I thought I wanted to marry him. I swear I’d never felt it before like that, that I wanted to be near to a man, barely moving, forever. My head reached his chin. Our bodies were almost rubbing. I felt like a lioness under her king. I wanted to look up and lick him, clean him and stroke him. I am saying that the very first time I met this man, his body made me feel like I was near it for a reason, that I was living how I was born to be living.
Of course me and the guy got together that first night. I thought that there was a branch that was burning between his legs and it filled my mouth, every inch of me, with fury. There was practically nothing left when he was inside me. I sucked and I squeezed my throat muscles, I kissed and rubbed his flesh with my red-hot insides. I wanted his white-hot expulsion to drip down my throat. When he was inside me the very first time, I had the feeling that a real person was finally inside me.
But I didn’t know