Tuesday, October 17, 2006

SEX AND GUNS

This used to be on sexgunsandmotorcycles.com and I'm not kidding. What makes me feel uneasy is that I can't find it anymore. Well, the one called SEX AND MOTORCYCLES used to be on that site, too. I'm not looking very hard, though. Maybe there is an archive on there and I don't know where. Bill? I'm not linking to your site if I'm not even on it anymore.


SEX AND GUNS

“Shove your gun in me and pull the trigger.”

-She wants to write porn but writes songs. She hates sex really. It is something to tolerate. At least the way I do it.

“There are necessary evils,” she says. She says it with a laugh that is meant to be teasing. She wants me to know that she is in on the joke. Only – I can see the boredom and feel the quiet need to get me out of her. She says she has never come in her life. I can’t imagine I would like sex much if that were me.

-We go to the shooting range to get her turned on. She likes guns, adores the violence of report. Probably she dreams I am a sedentary target. As slothful as I am I still think I might duck if someone were shooting at me. I like shooting the guns, too, so maybe I am reading too much into her.

-To be honest, the sex is not all that great. Her tongue shoots into my mouth. It feels like a rectangular piece of metal. Her kisses are horrible. And her pussy is dry like an un-lubricated condom or some dried house paint. It tastes like vinegar that has been used for pickling. It is not a clean taste. I do not enjoy her as much as I should.

- One day when we are older, maybe not too much older, we will admit that we do not like having sex with each other. It is to be hoped that we will be married and will then start having sex with other people. It is my sincere desire that we continue to be married and continue going to the shooting range until we both die.

1 comment:

Eleanor said...

Isn't it tragic how willing we are to contract ourselves to suffering. Now why would that be? Where did we learn to do that?