The grand work of our age is about killing people. War is the killing machine. Our soft animal bodies are shot at, blown into a million pieces, tortured, and made to suffer indescribable things. I call this the porn of war. We can watch these wars, blow by blow on social media sites, TV. We can root for whoever we are affiliated to. This is all vile to me. Porn, say the normalized people, is filthy and bad, while war is being normalized. People are so brainwashed that they do not realize it even for a second - they are like the person in a dream who has no idea they are dreaming.
My writing is pure porn. It is not about love, or romance at all. We live on a sex planet. The whole planet is sexing as I write. Everything from plants to insects, to animals and sea creatures, and yes we humans in the millions, are secretly fucking our asses off. The whole goddamned world is involved in getting its end away. At least porn puts it right in our face. Balls and cocks singing their song. Sure beats the fuck out of war, sanctioned by the State.
The most public thing we do, is kept a secret, which everyone knows. The hibiscus flowering of sexual blood through our veins has harmed no one. So I will get on with it. Nudity is nice. I slide between my summer sheets pajama-less, and begin to think about sex of course. Sex is for me like a ripe, juicy fruit, about to fall off the tree, into my hands.
We sort of stumble back to my apartment on the second floor. Sheryl and I had drunk a few at the nightclub, which made our legs turn to jelly somewhat. Lying in the corridor outside the door of the apartment, curled up asleep is Marie. Her dress has ridden up to her belly button. She has a deep belly button clearly visible, and her panty's, the front of her panty's has slipped into the slit of her cunt. Sherly and I sober up enough to drag her into the bedroom of the apartment.
"Fuck her. Get your dong out and fuck her while she sleeps."
Sheryl who was my fuck partner at the time, was encouraging me to climb onto Marie our flat mate, and watch me fuck her.
"No I can't fuck Marie while she is asleep. It wouldn't be right."
Sheryl leant over Marie's body and pulled her dress up over her arms. Fuck she looked good in a bra. It was a lacey number. Expertly she unclipped the fastener, and like a magician revealed the fruit of her breasts. We both stared at Marie's near naked body, and Sherly tweaked one of the nipples between her fingers.
"Go on. Suck it. Don't be shy. Fuck her."
