Venus Fix

Venus -- Mythol. The ancient Roman goddess of beauty and love, especially sensual love. Fix -- slang (orig. U.S.). A dose of a narcotic drug. Also short for fixation -- Psychol. In Freudian theory, the arresting of the development of a libidinal component at a pregenital stage, so that psychosexual emotions are "fixed" at that point. Also, loosely, an obsession, an idee fixe. Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge The Palate of the Hate departs If any would avenge -- Let him be quick -- the Viand flits It is a faded Meat Anger as soon as fed is dead 'Tis starving makes it fat -- Emily Dickinson Dearest, After all these months,I'm willing to concede.Nothing will make me miss you less. Nothing will ease the razor-sharp pain that wakes me up every morning and keeps me from falling asleep at night.Not while those women roam -- no, not quite women, but witch women who go haunting, casting spells and capturing souls without anyone realizing just how dangerous they are or noticing the evil running in their veins.Evil that glows secret bright in the night and feeds the junkies who drool, eyes glued to their bare breasts and wet lips, ears attuned to low moans and dirty chatter while they stroke, massage, and manipulate themselves to orgasm and then languish in some fugue state until they crash back, back, back to earth. There are twenty-three days left until your birthday, and to show you how much I love you,I promise,by then all five of these women will have been punished. What I'm going to do won't bring back my appetite or my curiosity or my energy. It won't do a damn thing for me.That doesn't matter. Because this I do for you. Thursday Twenty-two days remaining Damn, it was freezing. He'd opened the window to chase away the smell of beer and grass and sex, but then he'd fallen asleep, and now it was so cold he didn't even want to stick his head out from under the covers to see if she was still there. But Timothy wanted to come again more than he wanted anything else, so he did it, he pushed the blanket down just enough to peek out. In his darkened bedroom she was the only thing that he could see. Still there. Still naked. Her lovely breasts with their pink-tipped nipples pointing up. His erection stirred. Timothy was awake now, the dreams replaced with a fresh fantasy of what the next minutes would bring. She was golden. That was the best way to describe her: the tawny color of her skin, the long blond curls, and the feeling inside of him that burned like a sun when he was in her glow. And all he had to do was lie back and let her magic work on him. None of the girls at school were this experienced. Or this gorgeous. Or this willing. Penny was sitting in the big red armchair where he'd left her -- her legs spread, playing with a dildo, smiling at him. But it was one weird smile. He leaned forward. Nope, she didn't look right. She was shaking a little and her mouth was sort of contorted into a sick clown's grimace. Then her head fell forward, her back heaved, and she vomited. Timothy had fooled around with a lot of different crap, but this was weird. What kind of pervert would think this was hot? Usually Penny was coy and sweet and sexy. Sure, she was a little kinky sometimes with the crazy-shaped dildos she used, but she wasn't moving any of those magic wands in and out of her now. "Penny," he whispered. "What are you doing?" Her answer was an agonized groan. Low and feeble. Like the sound a wounded animal might make. Nothing like the exciting sounds she'd made when she was riding the lubricated pink plastic dildo and coming right along with him. Maybe she wasn't acting. Maybe she really was sick. Food poisoning made you sick like that. He'd had food poisoning once. She looked sick, didn't she? Her skin was slicked with sweat, her hair was flattened to the sides of her face, and her eyes looked gRose, M. J. is the author of 'Venus Fix ', published 2006 under ISBN 9780778323174 and ISBN 077832317X.