/lit/ - Literature

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Could use another set of eyes on this. It's an unfinished frame narrative in the middle of an unfinished novel.

Bucksneed says nothing, I stare for a moment, I look into his dull eyes, the moment lingers, my erection grows and grows, the head of my cock pushes at canvas crotch, pushes it outwards, “Fuck it,” I say, dropping my pants, I’m looking at Bucksneed, I want him to see this, the rush of blood runs through me, flushing me, thrushes don’t bleat at inexistent hedgerows, hylics dance on rugs pulled in bitter dreams, I’m looking at Bucksneed and I’m lowering myself to her, I’m sprawling her pronate, lilywhite ass and pinkhairy sex bare to draughts in from the sea, in through the open window, they bear the humid sea upon their journeys inland, wet saline weight, a system of immeasurable complexity, heavy as oatmeal chunks dribbling like vomitus down her cheek’s pixelating uncertainty, the backs of her thighs, upon which I’m seated, are warm, unshaven-stubbled and cushioning bone underneath, she’s mumbling secrets, she’s heaving unconscious, the sea’s the sea until it’s not, Bucksneed, I can’t get in, she’s dry, my hands grab and reach at doughy white flesh, thumbs digging in, they dig into sponge-muscled tensity at the small of her back, I still can’t get in, Bucksneed, O! Bucksneed, are you watching? do you see me? can you see what I’m doing? she’s not yours, she’s mine, “She’s not yours, she’s mine,” and his black ox eyes are hooded, his face froze in place, in the distance ring churchbells with partridges in flock-amplified song, resonant on wing from the fry, as I part the pink seas and reach grasping fingers inside, I spit on my hand, I rub at her vulva, then force in her cunt, four fingers deep up to the knuckles, she’s all the while moaning half-hearted, weak, she’s shaped clay beneath me, the vagina is a self-lubricating machine that from time to time requires a jump-start but nevertheless acquiesces, and I’m staring at Bucksneed as I enter her, imagine the look on my face, is it ecstasy? dumb rapture in rictus? how thin the skin, how sunken the cheeks, how stretched the skin taut tanned and shining like young leather gone nubile across my starkened cheekbones, the sensation is warm and encompassing cunt wrapped round aching hard cock and she’s bleeding, were you virginal, girl? did you lie to me? no, no, there’s that angry red tear leaking blood, painting me red as I plunge in and out, in and out, I hold at her arms for leverage, slap slap thud, squelching and the moans aren’t my own but at whose feet can they be lain but mine? I hook fingers into her mouth, grab the sleep of reason produces monsters, the cornered animal knows no restraint, and to err is human, but this error is catastrophe, and a catastrophe that must be recognized as I pull out and orgasm anhedonic, my semen curt, yellow, and in dehydrated globs atop her lilywhite buttocks shud’ring.

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>I'm like TV Show Character, I'll do the things he does!!!