Black Valentine

He decided to follow her into her room and sees a queen-sized bed with her lain on top of the crimson sheets in her skin and a black thong.

Whoa. A woman does know how to get naked fast when she wants to.

She gazed upon him in an air nonchalant, voice crisp cool.

“You can take your shirt off. But I rather you’d not ‘coz you might scare the roaches under my bed.” Her smile turning into a slow smirk.

“You have roaches?” He eyes the bed cautiously.

“It’s okay. I’m only keeping them ’til the rats move in to eat the remains of the body I hide inside that cupboard.” she said pointedly at the mammoth of a cupboard at one corner of the bedroom.

“Heh, okay…”, he smirks mockingly, not really believing her and somewhat enthralled by her charms. Her slight raspy voice is so soothing it makes him ignore that slight eerie feeling he had when she mentioned the body.

Actually, even before she mentioned it. Perhaps at the very moment she introduced herself to him in Club Nova just about an hour prior.

“So? What are you waiting for?” She turns around, relying instead on the support of her right side and slipped her languid long fingers into her thong and looks at him with a suggestive glance, peering through her long eyelashes.

He paced himself towards the bed, thinking about how to ravish this woman all night long now that he’s decidedly inebriated. He took off his shirt anyways. To hell with the roaches.

“I see that you don’t care for rules I set, you naughty naughty boy.”

“I never did care for anything much. But right now, I care what I am about to do to you—that is, to fuck the living daylights out of you and get the neighbours to tell me the time. Heh.”

“Why don’t you come over already and SHOW ME.”

She climbed on his back and started to work her fingers and knuckles on his tense back, now more tensed than before. Taking out a bottle of oil and pouring it on him, she teasingly nibbled on his ear and gushed, “After I am done with you… Mmmm… Ah, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

“I would rather show YOU since you are not showing me anything much yet.”

“Sure.” His face lighting up. “Where do you wanna start?”

“Just lay back and enjoy the crazy lovin’, baby.”

She kneads her fingers into his back, manipulating his tired muscles into a more sexually-charged mess.

He slowly felt lulled into slumber. Nothing is more relaxing than a beautiful woman coaxing you with her limber fingers after practically dragging you home from a club while you imagined what sweet nothings to follow. Bliss.

Something pricked at his left arm. He opened his eyes quickly and saw a scorpion the size of a small rodent on it and taunts menacingly at him. He jumps, startled.

“FUCKING JUDAS! THERE’S A SCORPION AND IT JUST PRICKED ME!”

“Don’t worry, babes. That’s only Blava and he likes you.” She takes out a length of rope.

He is feeling drowsy now. “But…. it … pri..” [thud of his head on the headboard]

“No worries, honey. I will take care of it.”

She proceeded to tie him up to the bed and then went out for a smoke.

When he came to, the bed is surrounded by candles upon candles in the perverted darkness.
His body is weak as though a steamroller ran him over and someone had a few goes on his spine with a sledgehammer. He knew he’s in deep shit.

At the corner of his eye, he saw her again, now dressed in a red silk robe and a spiked whip in hand. His heart is racing too fast, bringing him to a much delayed thought-processing route for Plan B.

“Oh gawd, whatever did I get myself into.”

“Hello again, bad boy. How was your little nap?” She stared at him a little too hard.

“BITCH!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE HERE?”

“Nothing. Precisely nothing.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING OUTTA YOUR MIND?!?”

“Well… Don’t be too hasty now. It’s not everyday that a girl wants you bad enough for you to stay longer, is it?”

“BITCH!! YOU BETTER UNTIE ME NOW.”

“Calm it, asshole. It’s just for a while.” She smiled, leaned over his face and licked him on the cheek. He felt her warm breath against his skin and gave a disgusted belch.

“BITCH!! YOU. SKANKY. WHORE.”

“Mhmmm… you taste sweet, like I always imagined you to be. I wonder if your insides would taste as good….” The glint in her eyes spells more terrifying thoughts in his numbed head right then.

“Ah, my little surprise for you, my sweet.” She picked up a wooden box, encasted in a glistened bronze pattern around it.

He fears what would be in store for him next…

*******

Weh hey, I was bored. So, sue me. Or give me something else better to do. Like, counting a gazillion different flavoured jelly beans, but actually ended up in my tummy and on my already-expanding-like-mad-cow-disease fat yellow ass. Or make up stories about how J-Lo lost the battle to be called “THE fattest bootay in the East Coast” to a fat hippotamus a.k.a Katie Holmes a.k.a. Mrs Tom I-am-happy-crazy Cruise in the Ultimate Para Para Sakura Fat Hippotamus Naming Contest 2006 (c) sponsored by Planta ™. I still would choose to cast fear into your tiny hearts with some dark humour. Not too bad for a 1-hour project. :D

Try to finish this story any way you like and leave it in the comments box. That would be some good mental exercise for singles today. Who got nothing to do. And “happened” to be reading shit here. Hahahaha. Great, isn’t it? A morbid love story on Valentine’s. :))

Happy that-guy-who-died-centuries-ago-for-sending-messages-and
-subsequently-made-roses-a-bitch-to-buy-today-every-year day!!! MWAAAAAAHHHH~~

*Disclaimer: This may or may not be based on a true story. Cheers.


||Happy Valentine’s Day
||Every day the 14th!
||I don’t think y’all heard me!
||I just wanna say Happy Valentine’s Day!
||Every day the 14th!
||Can y’all dig that?
||Now when arrows don’t penetrate, see
||Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
||And he shoots straight for your heart
||And when he won’t miss you!
||That’s alright ’cause y’all won’t believe in me anyways

||Got a sweet lil’ darling back in my corner
||Below I know I love her, but act like I don’t want her
||Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
||Could be an organ donor
||The way I give up my heart, but
||Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
||Ask me about my feelings I’d holla’ that it’s irrela’
||I don’t get myself caught up in the Jello gella’
||And puddin’ pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
||For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
||Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
||I said, “Of course!”
||But if you ain’t a sweety indeedy, I won’t endorse
||Hans Solo till I’m hit by the bullet, so may the force
||Be with you, and I’ll hit you when better time permits
||For now, give me examples of why you’re the shit!
||But how am I to know with the profession that I’m in?
||And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?

———-

OutKast—Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2006. DogTails. 8 Comments.

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  1. winter replied:

    interesting story.. i like the way u write it..

    its a turn on :P

    February 14th, 2006 at 09:10:29. Permalink.

  2. Ruok replied:

    o.O

    February 14th, 2006 at 09:47:31. Permalink.

  3. Vanessa replied:

    Great story line, albeit a little morbid, but resembling something along the lines of CSI, of which I definately adore. Very interesting. Write more, I’m glued

    February 14th, 2006 at 10:22:39. Permalink.

  4. saymawa replied:

    *Disclaimer: This may or may not be based on a true story. Cheers.

    Then what’s that smell coming from your wardrobe?

    February 14th, 2006 at 11:17:15. Permalink.

  5. dead fox replied:

    hehe you nasty gal.

    February 14th, 2006 at 12:28:39. Permalink.

  6. naeboo replied:

    ZOMFG.

    u all are so. fucking. lazy.

    hmpf!

    nvm. i will see abt a part two if im up for it. i got bored writing this half-way. :P

    February 14th, 2006 at 13:27:31. Permalink.

  7. saymawa replied:

    eh of course lazy la. so damn long la!

    February 15th, 2006 at 20:57:54. Permalink.

  8. naeboo replied:

    write the ending only lar…
    ceh

    February 15th, 2006 at 22:54:53. Permalink.

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