“I’m hungry.”
There’s gentle tease upon her lips, a girlish pout, a timid pining for attention.
I find her sitting elegantly amongst the heat and steam, a plush towel wrapped lazily about her. Drops fall from her shimmering hair to dot the bare skin at her shoulders and chest. She looks up at me as I enter, an eager smile forming upon her cheeks.
How can something so simple be so attractive? What this girl does to me…
“Can I get you a snack?” I say. “I can make you dumplings.”
“Dumplings sound amazing,” she coos.
“I thought you might like that.”
She runs her hands down her legs, already glistening with oil and lotion. As she does, the towel falls languidly aside, revealing the full length of her alluring form. She catches my eye and giggles.
“In fact, I think we’d both like that.”
She pulls herself erect, the towel cascading to either side of her full breasts, displaying her shapely figure in all its glory.
“I get to eat, and you get the pleasure of feeding me.”
Fuck.
“I would like that, princess,” I say.
Her smile gives way and she lets out a sultry moan. She looks up at me as I run my fingers over the smooth skin of her shoulders, her eyes almost pleading.
“You’ve been such a good girl to eat so well for me.”
Another moan.
I lean in to kiss her. Her full lips meet mine, and I feel her breath catch as my fingertips trace their way down her bare chest. As they reach the crest of her softened middle, I pull away to lock my eyes on hers.
Let her see the full extent of my desire. Know the true breadth of my lust for her, the hunger she has awakened in me.
“I’ve trained you so well, haven’t I princess?”
As I say the words, my hands reach the soft crest of her belly, just beneath her navel. The newly-formed pudge spills into my hand, and I give it a gentle squeeze.
I hear her moan, this time high and pleading.
Fuck.
When did she get so soft? I don’t remember her being so big. Can I really feel this stomach spilling onto those thighs? Can I really squeeze a full handful of this fattened middle? Did she really give in so very quickly?
As I kiss her, I feel her gently bite on my lower lip. It’s long and slow, full of her own yearning and desire.
And I know she has truly given in.
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That one time Carmen made Syd cry in the kitchen...
Sydney comes in and she's running late and the first the first thing she hears is Richie greeting her with a "Yo Syd, you okay? You're not looking so hot, kid."
And she goes off: "What the fuck Richie?! Do I come in here telling you you look like shit? No, I don't! I let you walk around looking shitty in peace, leave me the fuck alone!"
"Jesus Christ, sorry! Sheesh," he backs away taking his coffee elsewhere, grumbling, "Somebody get the girl a candy bar, she's losing it."
"Fuck you, Richie," Syd says loud enough that the entire kitchen hears it.
She spends the next two hours getting through her prep like she usually does, but she's quieter than usual. Her commands are clipped and everybody is sure that she is pissed at them but every time they ask her if she's good, she's says she's fine, it's nothing, leave it alone, let her be. Carmy specifically asks her twice if she's okay and she gives him her best smile and reassurance that she's good, two thumbs up.
All the while, inside she's dying. It's the second day of her cycle, she's cramping like a motherfucker, she can't concentrate, and she cried on the train on the way to work watching a really cute old couple helping each other on the train.
But she's too tough to ask for help or go sit down for a minute or ask the new chef if she has any midol... she can get through it, its what she does.
And she was getting through it. Right up until Carmy asked her what was with the attitude today.
"What attitude? I'm a goddamned ray of sunshine!" She griped, while stirring a pot over the stove.
Carmy was behind her, prepping vegetables, "Yeah right, more like a rain cloud."
Her hand froze over the pot. That was all it took. Tears silently streamed down her cheeks as she bowed her head and quietly tried to catch a breath. Oh God. This was happening, fuck-
"Chef? What's up, how's the duck sauce coming? Chef?" Carm finally looked up and saw her shoulders shaking, her head down. "Fuck, Syd," he rushes around to get to her side, but she's walking away from him. Blindly, bumping into things, eyes filled with tears and trying to get out of the kitchen before it gets worse.
"Syd!" Carmy grabs her wrist before she can escape to front of house. "What happened?" His voice is soft and low, and he's got a hold of her shoulders now, bending to see her face, but she's wiping her eyes with shaky hands.
She hiccups, "I don't want to be a rain cloud!" She shrugs out from under his hands and runs to the bathroom and slams the door.
Carmen starts after her and stops. "Fuuuck," he groans. He drags a hand down his face and then pulls at his hair.
He fucking made her cry. She's in there crying because he called her a fucking rain cloud. See, this is why he doesn't try to be funny. It never fucking works.
He starts back for the kitchen, but then thinks that he really should go say something to her, and he heads back to knock on the bathroom door. But that's weird. What if she just wants to be alone? What if he makes it worse. Well, what is she gonna do, stay in there all day? He could go get Tina? Or Sugar? No theyre just going to give him shit about the whole thing.
At the this point, he's just pacing back and forth when Richie storms outta the kitchen.
"What the fuck, cousin! Tina said you made Sydney cry? What the hell is the matter with you? Where is she?"
"I didn't mean to, jesus fuck Richie. I don't even know what the fuck happened." Carms back to pacing, waving an arm at the bathroom.
"Ugh, you're such a piece of shit. It's obviously her time of the month, you dick. What'd you say?"
"Jesus, you can't say shit like that, cousin."
"I'm not just saying it, Mr. Everything's Sexual Harassment. It's fucking true." Richie roughly pushes past Carmy headed for the bathroom.
"What the fuck are you doing? Don't go back there," Carm grabs Richies arm.
"Let me go-uh me, fucking jagoff," Richie gets his arm away from Carm and throws a nut shot that has his cousin doubled over and scrambling to hit Richie back.
Richie knocks softly on the door. "Hey, Syd. Whatever the fuck this jagoff said he didn't mean it, he's a fucking idiot."
"What are you guys doing?" Fak wanders over. "Tina sent me to find Syd and give her this." He held out a bottle of water and a dishcloth.
Richie promptly snatched the bottle from Neil, "Not now, Fak!"
As Richie took the bottle the dishcloth fell to floor.
And out fell a tampon.
Carmy and Fak both immediately backed away. "Is that-?
"Yeah, Fak, its- its uh," Carmy cleared his throat.
"Oh my god you fucking losers, ." Richie swipes the tampon up off the ground. "Yes, its a tampon. Have you never been with a woman? Get your shit together." He mouths to Carmy I fuckin told you, I fuckin knew it.
"Fuck you, cousin." Carm steps up to the still closed door and says, "Syd, look. I really am sorry for- for calling you a rain cloud-"
"You called her a rain cloud?" Richie slaps him in the back of his head.
"Whyy would you say that! Syd's the sunniest person I've ever met!"
"It was a joke, you fuc- It was just a joke, Syd. I don't really think you're a rain cloud."
"That's a dick move, Carmy. C'mon. She's on her lady time, man," Fak shakes his head.
"Yeah, dick move." Richie leans back into the door. "Syd, you want me to kick his ass? I'll fuckin' do it. I will drag his ass behind the dumpster and curb stomp this motherfucker, if it makes you feel better."
"You're definitely not a rain cloud, Syd, you're the sunniest person I've ever met. Your smile lights up a room and Carmy's just jealous cus his smile is shitty."
"What the hell, guys! It was a bad joke! I'm sorry. I'm never making a joke ever fucking again, okay?" Carm leaned into the door. "Never again, Syd, I swear to god."
The lock on the door clacked open and the handle turned. Syd opened the door to find three very grown men crowded in the doorway, looking pitifully anxious and trying to apologize for each other.
"Just stop!" She laughed. Listening to these three fucking idiots stand outside a restroom arguing about her period was just about the most mortifying thing she's ever been through. It's was so embarrassing it'd crossed the line into hilarious.
"Jesus, thank you for the concern, it's really sweet." She took the waterbottle and the tampon Richie held out to her. "Thanks, for this. But seriously go away. I'll be back in the kitchen in 5 minutes and I will be pretending that none of this ever happened, are we clear?"
"Yes, chef." They chanted.
"Good, now go away. Get away from the door, you're being creepy as fuck." She closed the door on them.
Carmy Richie and Fak head for the back of house.
"Jesus fuck. I need a smoke." Carm ran one hand down his face and pulled a pack of cigs out his pocket with the other.
As soon as he was out the back door with Richie and Fak on his heels, he lit up and spun around to ask Richie how the fuck he new Syd was on her period.
"Dude, you can't ask that, that's harassment."
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You tell me to prepare myself and I know exactly what to do, I put on a skintight latex glove, I offer my hand to you and you take it, I wait for your command, well trained or so I think, without meaning too I’m still resisting, holding my hand stiff holding out two fingers inches from your cunt i’m so eager to please and you whisper far too sweetly against my cheek for someone who has me entirely, “be a good fucktoy and relax, hold still.”
I relax my hand instantly, you grab my wrist and start to use it, use me, fucktoy isn’t an understatement, my hand is limp inside you a tool for you to use and I’m drooling so desperate to move it to curl those two fingers, maybe add another, but your gaze tells me I shouldn’t
Watching your pleasure should be enough
Being used for your pleasure should be enough
But I want you so badly
I want to make you mine in the only way I know how
What is with your obsession with denying me? Making me wait? Taming me?
I fall beneath the surface and curl my fingers
You pull them out, slap my face, it stings and the words drag me back to the surface
“You’re not fucking me. I’m fucking me. You’re JUST my toy.”
You go back to fucking yourself with my fingers. I grit my teeth and do my best to hold them still inside you until you’re done with me
And when you’re done with me
I gag on my own latex fingers in my mouth, drooling down my own chin somehow I’ve forgotten I can move them, maybe I’ve forgotten they’re a part of my body entirely I’ve forgotten I have free will and you’re laughing
“You know you can move them now.”
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Watch this, with the SOUND ON, then remember the words of Sinclair Lewis 80+ years ago:
"Why, there’s no country in the world that can get more hysterical—yes, or more obsequious!—than America. Look how Huey Long became absolute monarch over Louisiana, and how the Right Honorable Mr. Senator Berzelius Windrip owns his State. Listen to Bishop Prang and Father Coughlin on the radio—divine oracles, to millions. Remember how casually most Americans have accepted Tammany grafting and Chicago gangs and the crookedness of so many of President Harding’s appointees? Could Hitler’s bunch, or Windrip’s, be worse? Remember the Kuklux Klan? Remember our war hysteria, when we called sauerkraut ‘Liberty cabbage’ and somebody actually proposed calling German measles ‘Liberty measles’? And wartime censorship of honest papers? Bad as Russia! Remember our kissing the—well, the feet of Billy Sunday, the million-dollar evangelist, and of Aimée McPherson, who swam from the Pacific Ocean clear into the Arizona desert and got away with it? Remember Voliva and Mother Eddy?. . .Remember our Red scares and our Catholic scares, when all well-informed people knew that the O.G.P.U. were hiding out in Oskaloosa, and the Republicans campaigning against Al Smith told the Carolina mountaineers that if Al won the Pope would illegitimatize their children? Remember Tom Heflin and Tom Dixon? Remember when the hick legislators in certain states, in obedience to William Jennings Bryan, who learned his biology from his pious old grandma, set up shop as scientific experts and made the whole world laugh itself sick by forbidding the teaching of evolution?. . .Remember the Kentucky night-riders? Remember how trainloads of people have gone to enjoy lynchings? Not happen here? Prohibition—shooting down people just because they might be transporting liquor—no, that couldn’t happen in America! Why, where in all history has there ever been a people so ripe for a dictatorship as ours! We’re ready to start on a Children’s Crusade—only of adults—right now!"
It's here. And if we don't stamp it out now, the future holds much much worse.
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