They were almost on the verge of completing six months of living together coupled with being in a relationship and on one such fateful night, she was en-route to her mother’s place when halfway through her journey she realized, she’d forgotten an important gift she purchased for her mother weeks ago. On reaching the apartment where they both resided, she found it was locked from the inside. Margaret called an umpteen number of times before her knock took the form of banging, suddenly the door swung open and there ‘her Ben’ stood, stark naked with a particular dominatrix at his feet begging for mercy. Clad in the symbolic latex, she was badly bleeding from her nose and mouth, terrified of the suddenness of events.
Margaret gasped putting her right hand on her mouth and looked at Ben, ‘her Ben’.
Half past midnight-
As the night lengthens, the drizzle morphs into the rain.
The neon lady blows a kiss, in the general direction;
“Drink my beer,” says the sign.
Sure I would but not for the sign, for myself...
S(He) She was like glycerine; Slippery and sloppy- Just the way you might like, Full of derivative pleasures And heterosexual needs. He was lustful, Satisfying her to every extent possible; Her whims and fantasies... Laying bare to himself in the process- His brain replaced by testosterone. They needed each other Like a rudimentary complement- He … Continue reading Picture Prompt#11