Minority Goth - Meanstreak's Warning
By: K.L. Miller
02 September 2010
This is such a common Happening that it barely rates Words; serves as a grim reminder, though, of something peculiar: the Road to the Rabbit Hole is quite often used every day.
Trouble in the House; if he'd only stop adhering to what I consider complete Bullshit Tradition he would not be in the mess he's in. Like all too many Males, there is a taboo placed upon getting' Freaky with the One You Love; it is perfectly acceptable to flip the Girlfriend...
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Definition Interlude:
Boyfriend... Girlfriend...; DISPOSABLE PENIS/PUSSY!!!! Bottom line, if they start fuckin' with your Nerves, kick 'em to the curb with a swiftness; you do NOT invest any Emotional Energy in this Relationship; Sex and Good Times only, leave that other shit outside.
... Interlude Complete.
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However, once you admit and Know that Love is involved, the No-Freak Ban is in full effect... and I call Bullshit; so does Nicole. She wants plenty of Sex... GOOD Sex, and is not afraid of poking her head Down the Rabbit Hole; she even suggested starting small: Furry Handcuffs...
He said she was too old to be acting like that.
"Like what?" I asked, bracing myself for a complete T-Monkey Moment of utter male Stupidity...
LIKE SOME TEENAGES SLUT!!!
Yeah...; Nicole is gonna Cheat on him; it's part of the Reason she's here. Another Reason she's here... is to have me talk her out of the notion entirely!!! Problem is... I see things her way; Daddy ain't takin' care of Home Biz, so ya best believe someone else will; she'll see to it... EOF.
Now... if he wasn't chasin' some Barely Legal Blonde thing at his place I'd chalk it up to his Age and Sensibilities; unfortunately he's Necropolis Local: genetically stupid and hypocritical. In his so-called Thoughts, every time his body gets Those Urges, it's proper to eyeball a bit of Fluff and Dream, so long as you know where to Draw the Line...
Yeah... right; so when Darla damn near jacks his upper-arm off between those 38-C tits, accidentally, and he pressed in, snagging a silent moan as... well... you get the picture; so did Nicole. That makes this a Vengeance Fuck; I don't do those and she knows it. So, on this Point of Honor alone we don't do it...
Then he Crosses the Line; he even uses the Standard Crutch: I was too drunk and...; doesn't matter to Nicole, because he seldom drinks. To her, the Math is Simple; just because I don't know the guy I'll give him a bit of Benefit-of-the-Doubt, but not much; he put himself in the position, so the Blame, if you like to play that silly Game, is his and his alone. Worse... he got caught; I did not ask about the fight... because it was fairly Standard, no real Challenge for my Gift.
If he bothered to check, he'd find a hotel room rented in her name; she used her credit card, leaving a nice, blinding trail; he'll search where he can, but all he'll discover are Female Friends. Time to Guess Where she is... and he'd be stupid to not start at the hotel; thus he will start by looking for her car...
And that will be tucked safely in my driveway, surrounded by Rides, not cars; nature Sounds ripple through semi-kept yards; a cat-shadow slides silently across the street, blending effortlessly into one of the infinite shadow splotches created by Form and Light. The other Places, those false Trails, lead him into Normalcy; this is Da Hood at Night, a moonless night at that; the only Color comes from First Responders; gunfire can and often does join cricket song and that television-is-too-loud drifting murmur/mutter. Any vehicle creeping along gets spied by eyes without Souls; most disturbing is the FACT that every now and again, those same eyes come armor-clad and wearing badges, the Bright Knights in Normalcy, here... Denizens of a Different Place.
And she's here to seek Guidance from a Friend. Good.
Doesn't mean squat in the end, because Nicole is hoppin' mad, horny and Pissed-with-a-Plan; I could talk her out of it, and any Effort is of no Concern...
But her Ol' Man was Right: Nicole wants to be Treated like a Slut (the whole Teenage thing is little more than a minor miscalculation)
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He Makes Love to her.
Nicole wants, and in truth, NEEDS to be utterly, royally FUCKED!!!
To Correct his mistake: SHE KNOWS AND BELIEVS YOU LOVE HER ETERNALLY AND ALWAYS WILL!!!! Now whip out your Dick and fuck her until her eyes explode from her skull, chummer!! Grab those firm tits like you ain't got one iota of Humanity in your primal, beyond Animalistic, lust-driven-insane Happy Ass before you went and got all mushy-Human-Gentleman-in-Love Soft on her.
He won't; he chose to Cheat instead of Share this with the Woman he Loves, who craves it FROM HIM... THE MAN SHE LOVES!!!
All and all, it is the Folly of Man, this sad Commonplace Happenstance.
And Chance that her Friend, the Shadow-lover chosen, is a Dom; for me, Rough Sex is Standard Issue Mild Foreplay. See... Nicole is used to One Shot Sex...
"If you really want to cheat on him with me... play with yourself."
She blinks.
"Can I remove my clothes... Sir?"
IF a Scorned Woman WANTS Revenge... I seriously doubt that anything less than God's Direct intervention will stop her.
fin