Have Fun With It

It holds itself against my skin. I force it further against my warmth. For some reason it feels the need to cry out, so I let it. I sort of enjoy the sound of it. It's like vocal gasoline for the mind; fuel for the fuel injected.

I cradle the beast within my arms and begin to stroke its neck, like a mother with her child. I begin to whisper to it to calm the poor thing. "Hush, my love. You are scaring yourself." The body begins to quiet down. It feels the care contained in my voice. The altered sense of well being that everything is fine. "What I am about to do is purely for financial pleasure. A vacation from the norm, using you as my conduit."

The pink abomination continues to squirm in my hold. In response I reveal my utilities of operation. My meticulously cleaned knives. Not a single one with a scratch or dent. It would make my brother proud. He always claims I'm so messy, but really I'm just a guy. A mess can be a good thing. A mess can be a great thing. A mess can be a moment. A moment where you let yourself go.

I pick the smallest of the knives. I catch my reflection off the blade. My hair is still gelled from the previous night of female fondling. Breasts large enough to cause a riot. Women floating around in a room of male erections. All of them calling out for their primal fuck. Grab her by the hair. Pull. Let her know you are there. Let her feel your presence. Because that's what it is all about these days. Presence. And now I am going to let this young thing feel mine.

I place the knife against its skin. Anxiety begins to swell. A sea of fears and hopes that are now channeled through a piece of metal. "My children never cleaned their rooms when I told them to. I don't know why, but I feel it's very mature of them to stand up to me. The problem is that there is no one standing up for you now."

The epidermis is parted, creating my own unique red sea. I stop for a moment to watch the ruby liquid greet the air. I breath deeply, close my eyes, and begin to feel further. I meet the dermis and let it shake hands with pain. The subcutis suddenly finds itself sitting next to agony. Blood launches itself towards my face. A vein. The crowded tunnels of life. It cuts and spews outward. Ejaculated out. A facial of the best kind.