Jack, steps back and waits, his head bowed in deference. A shudder circulates through his body and returns to his groin where his pathetic little worm jerks awake momentarily before it retreats, almost disappearing.
Domina, hazmat suit fitted, respirator adjusted and hands fully gloved, makes one final survey of her apartment noting everything in it’s rightful place before opening the door.
‘I see you followed my directions correctly, eventually’, she quipped.
‘Place your shoes in the bucket and strip’.
Her deadpan face and hardened stare conveying a don’t-fuck-with-me stance.
Domina’s new fetish was playing out like a Hunger Games episode: full lockdown, curfew and quarantine rules apply.
‘Follow me’, she commanded, leading the way to the bathroom.
‘Shower, put on the hazmat suit and mask and come into my den’.
Jack does as he is told, noticing the hairs on his arms and neck bristle and shrink back as the icy air-conditioning slaps his skin.
He’d been fantasizing about this day, ever since the first wave of Coronavirus (Corvid 19) swept across Europe, with Italy almost decimated in it’s wake.
It reminded him of his mortality, the beck and whim of governments and George Orwell’s 1984 dystopian nightmare coming into fruition. It made him feel alive, on the contrary, gave him a reason to live out his last days letting go of the old ways, going out on his terms.
Domina was a survivor. Gone were the days of luxurious 24 hour bookings, champagne and wads of cash. It was adapt or die slowly in her isolation, knowing her body wouldn’t be found for weeks.
These were the days of demeaning quickies and blow n’ go’s for a fraction of the price and the odd apocalypse fantasy that gave her just enough extra to remember how she once felt secure. Now, she controlled her working environment to suit and insisted on safety protocol.
Jack looked at himself in the mirror, putting on his mask. He was reduced to an anonymous automaton. Nameless, faceless and nothing more than a number in a system designed to suck every last drop of humanity from his wretched soul, if he even had one. A nobody. A pitiful excuse for a human being. He wanted to feel the humiliation of his meaningless existence played out one last excruciating time.
Domina watched her pain slut enter and ordered him to get on all fours on the bed. She picked up a 1 metre length of flexible plastic pipe and gave him six of the best in quick, hard succession.
/ / / / / /
Jack felt the weight of the whole world reign down. Searing pain shot through him and waves rippled along the length of his flacid cock awakening from it’s morbid slumber to stand at attention. It was all he could do to stop from crying out.
Jack knew he would fail, miserably and so did she.
Nefertiti has her father’s eyes: blue grey, round and slightly protruding but entirely captivating. The all-seeing eye of Horus and Crow’s feet compliment her aesthetic smile by design. She enters the chamber, swathed in flowing layers of ivory silk adorned with lapis lazuli, onyx and handcrafted strands of golden pearls.
Akhenaten sinks low. Robe, legs and heart open admiring her curves, her sweet sway – ripe fruit seducing his eyes and craven appetite with every languid step.
Nefertiti slides in between. Akhenatens’ serpentine manhood rears, her narcissis skin soothsayer hips, drape and he slips, thrusts and bursts! She lifts, slides and rides his chariots rhythm, beaming through Ra’s realm and back again into her self, sated.
Amarna steps aside, hides behind a sandstone pillar. Stealing moments, she watches the lovers embrace, arch and peek.
She notices the tingles first, then a soft thudding throb that intensifies with every passing moment. A gasp! An electric spasm shooting upward from her liquid apex, filling her with euphoria. She quickly muffles her mouth, burying her face in her hands and shrinks back into the shadows.
Nefertiti pricks her ears and looks over her shoulder, peering back into the chamber. Akhenaten raises up on his elbows and follows her gaze, glimpsing a wisp as it pulls back out of sight.
‘Step into the light’, he commands, lifting Nefertiti from his rod, setting her aside.
‘Come forward slave’, calls Nefertiti, beckoning the shadow from the dark.
Amarna bows her head in an odd mixture of shame and excitement, tepidly stepping a toe out from behind the scene, testing her courage with fright, flushed cheeks betraying her desire.
Moving forward, she stands deferred waiting for her next command, allowing her hot wetness and damp musk scent to allay her senses.
Nefertiti glares. Akhenaten stares, his mouth parting at the recognition of his newest and most beautiful sacred qedesha. He leans into Nefertiti and whispers Amarna’s name, betraying his lust. She turns, spurned then reads Akhenatens desire, rekindling her own.
‘You have come to join us unannounced Amarna’?, Nefertiti leads. ‘What have you to offer your King and Queen that we have not taken before?’
You went back to the old ways, baby let those speak for me, on their behalf poisoning your mind and self to bring you back home, tethered to that place you’ve been trying to leave you let them whisper in your ear, sweet nothings to woo betrayal, the only thing you trust you’ve gone full circle fear taking what was good for you over love held in contempt, lust luring you back again already screwing you now they’re trying to screw me with phone calls, designer texts intimidation sending me into undercover, in disbelief believing you have a hand in thuggery you were so protective of me, once family willing to sell it all to the Devil you know sending them all away but they have your head in a vice that false prophet Halo surrounding you in darkness; checkmate, stealing more than just Mary’s soul you are weak, following in your fathers footsteps the one closest to you, the first learned her place underfoot her escape futile, her existance cruel penance for that lost child proving her guilt she accepts her fate, now that’s why she turns a blind eye allowing your atrocious behaviour to go unchecked – you raise your voice, she see’s him in you and resigns I have fallen by the way learning to let go of my heart, my mortality reminds me daily that I am alone I look forward to other things, now bringing fulfillment here, my father in his Twilight where I can care for love without risk, losing it all the best part – his death teaching me everything else I need to know
one day, I hope you sneak back into my bed, just because you can and we have an hour or two to ourselves, like it was before remembering our smell, feeling our hearts open loving each other well, adjusted until the next time we say goodbye and life goes on.
a purchase or two. slip –
ping up. two stairs
and the pain is
off the chartered
sliding – skating
on your arse. in
of emergency. horrors
to come. no
good news is
bad news. stuffed up
post – poned before
you can even
walk the walk.
your back shock
conundrums. the bite
and Lilies. more
can chew. I can
precisely un –
lucky. nearly losing
the plot as it
thickens. muscles flex
into verbal canes. an ex –
pected debacle of
de – faulting
into chaos. she didn’t
want or need. your
sorry. the world
is still there
for you. home
with your first mate
for life. love is
giving us what
to heal. pretty
but it could be
and her. your nut
take all the time
His belt & scabbard first
& I wrap myself around him
I am at peace
looking out over the ocean
& a sky full of stars
You are not unlike Orion
guiding distant ships on the horizon
I am like Klingon
(Klingon usually mate for life)
but not this tide
we are an interstellar medium:
the space between
Euryale & Poseidon
2. We are of the Sea
reef, rocks & shoals
where foghorns & Siren songs sound familiar
where fishy tales flush pink
& my Veuve overflows
It doesn’t take me long to remember
expectation is one two threefold
we navigate in the dark sometimes
moonlit mirrors reflect only one part of the whole
our universe is bigger than most
3. I draw a line in the sand
for both our sakes
there can be only one
I feel the waves crash on the shore
we are all arms & legs
slipping & sliding
in & out of the water
I look to the stars & my faith
for one brief moment there is no existential crisis
Orion’s heavy breathing & sigh of relief
bring us both back to reality
under the surface
Death is not an unknown entity:
one last roll of the di
& our fate could be sealed
4. Thank you
Orion will always be near
Jupiter will always be the brightest planet
the full moon will always shine on me
I could never go past King Island
without thinking of you
candlelight, frogs & our best mate
Captain’s call still falling on deaf ears
I’m still as blind as a bat
& you’re as old as the hills
there was that initial air about you.
the first time we met
you were looking through
but not through me;
you were stealing glances.
I could see you
putting two & two together
you said you were single although your eyes
were screaming NO!
wary at the thought
of yet another
into your most private after-life
& I gave you space
your camera rested on your heart
I recall it suspended –
another set of eyes
leaving lasting impressions
that only you could render
I lowered my dress, let it fall to the ground
& you captured me
my heart beating like a drum
I waited for you
when I was on tour when I was laid up on my bed abandoned, lonely in Thailand I wondered what sort of a man you were then, those glasses reflected memories like prisms; living colour lighting up my room
I see you now those delightfully dirty deep dark eyes of yours smouldering desire, my cheeks aflame is all I can do – Crimson you leave me breathless & I am head over feet
I can feel you inside me
even before you reach out
& touch my face
kiss my lips, neck
trace your fingertips
over my aching body
to where you melt me
my musk saturating your senses
your bones ache. it is with love that I push & pull the fibers of your undoing stretch your consciousness to new lengths winding & rewinding thoughts: feelings every muscle memory like a ray of sunshine bursting through & into me
but we are still children
playful, inquisitive, experimental
age plays between us
our laughter, infectious
we remember those unfettered feelings
like they were yesterday
fifteen going on forty
Maureen said the number 8 is symbolic & infinite eight years between us the two of us plus six children equals 8 the 26th of March, 2013 our anniversary, equals 8 I will lock the car four more times for you baby because two 4’s make an eight we will have 40 years together too my darling
I have known you a lifetime.
everything about you is familiar, safe
your eyes are open
& I just keep falling into you
I love you more now
than this morning
but not as much as tomorrow –
I can hear you smiling in recognition
we are truly blessed
I am very happy
you are everything I could ever hope for
& then some
when I see your face,
watch your eyes lower for that split second
before holding my gaze, grinning
I know with all my heart, that you were meant for me