J awoke later...
A beautiful woman was leaning over him caressing his brow. He heard her voice rise softly over the waves of the all too brief consciousness bathing him.
“I’ve always loved you. From the moment I met you backstage at the San Jose Workers Club. I was off my fucking face on glue and you kissed me before going on stage. The sweetest kiss of my life. I rarely saw you after that. You did shows all over the galaxy, constantly on the run. Living only by ripping punters off on drugs and door sales. Anyway, after Momma died, I decided to fulfil his mission of creating the greatest jazz band ever formed: The Melvin Rees Jazz Ensemble. That’s how I knew I’d find you. Sooner or later we would run into each other again on a musical level. Becoming Momma assured me you’d approach. Music is the tie that binds us...”
Her voice droned softly on. J fell into a deep dream...
He awoke naked under a silk sheet. Deanna lay beside him, her soft body entwined with his. He stared at her upturned face, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Her full red lips rose petals of a rich scarlet hue, her sculpted cheekbones Ming Dynasty porcelain. Her eyes emeralds, brighter than stars. She was looking at him. But no. It was a montage of the aforementioned objects; skilfully arranged to look like her.
“Trippy,” he murmured as her reassuring giggle swept over his ears like an idle melody floating in the wind. She emerged from the cupboard, an elfish grin spread across her face.
She kiss him on the cheek. He giggle. She kiss him on the thigh. He giggle more. She kiss him on the scrote. He giggle and break wind. She strap on mock double end dick. He blush. She rim him out. He moan. She go for it. He rock rock rockin’ ‘til the rooster cry.
J awoke, the sun beating down on his face. Deanna’s torso was on the bed. Her head was lying, mouth agape, the perfect cheerleader ‘O’ of sexual ecstasy, on the floor. The green eyes stared unblinking at J, stonily denying the passion of the night before. Her limbs were arranged in a mock temple of human flesh. Blood had run everywhere, dousing the floor in red glory. The carnage attributed to the ultimate form of sexual indulgence; Apotemnophilia.
“You Bitch!” screamed J, “How am I supposed to live without you? Now that I’ve been loving you so long. How am I supposed to livveee without you? And how am I supposed to carry on, when all that I’ve been living for... is gone.”
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