Time froze as me and Beatrice sneak from our place turning into the driveway, stopping. ‘Know how to jack a car?’ she looks at me with a lewd face. ‘Well not really’, I answer thinking of the times I stole money from the glove boxes. ‘I was really broke then
I have dreams of you; seduction sedition my succuba divinia she-wolf vamp, mistress of desire-come to me or are you indeterminable masked obscured by him your sorcerer warlock? Gift of the Sun inamorata once so intimate I am captured spirit-psyche; grime-stained fingers counting days, nights hours when oh the moon
I open the door and she pushes me against the wall. She kisses me passionately, her hands grasping my breasts. Our tongues entwine. I lick her neck and bite it. Her hand is down my panties feeling my wetness. She enters me with two fingers and starts to fuck me.
I meet her in a club and she offers me her place to relax. We catch a cab through the streets of Melbourne. She lives close by. We climb the stairs to her place. Inside, the décor is lovely: ornaments, carpets from India. As we enter she holds my hand
‘Hi gorgeous’. It’s Annika from the motel two days later. ‘Hello’, I say quietly. It’s 6.30 in the morning as I lie in bed, starting to crave my first coffee and cigarette. ‘Meet me at 1.30. Munchies.’ She hangs up. I put the kettle on and light a cigarette. I
I’m standing in the cold, rainy night waiting for her. She has chosen the motel. So far, I have only had glimpses of her; seeing her at a party, a club, on the street, but somehow, she caught me once and gave me this address. It’s 9pm. I’m smoking a
