Thongs

— 5-

Later, while we were making love in the bath, coiling about under the warm and softened water, I whispered: "Will you really kill me, my darling?"

He replied only in body movements. He refused to answer. And then he came and his slime hung in the water like a strange sea creature, drifting like an amoeba just under the surface where I laid my waiting mouth.

He watched, fascinated, and my eyes which held his were curtained with lust when the soft amorphous mass slipped in.