Liquid Love by Jeremy Mac

Author:Jeremy Mac [Mac, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

He applied the mouth of the bottle to his own and took a strong belt of the whiskey, becoming smoother going down. He was beginning to feel cozily lubed. Right on time. He could feel it, it’d be soon. He’d made up his mind on a blond. A nice blond bitch. Like the first one. He remembered it well. It’d shocked him at first, when it began to happen, thinking he was twisted and demented for getting such a thrill out of it. Thrill hell, it was sheer bliss! So that feeling of self-vice delusion quickly passed. He wasn’t twisted and demented, he knew what he liked and was going to do what he liked and no one was about to stop him. He’d been going strong for months now. Though none could compare to that first one.

Yet, that is.

The same feeling he’d been searching for ever since. God, what a feeling that’d been. Explosive! It still came but nowhere near as intense. He’d nearly become desensitized – but not quite. He was sure there was still that one left somewhere out there that would send him soaring over the edge. He would find her and when he did he would hasten the moment when – Whop! – Oh yeah, you bitch – Whop! Whop! – That’s it, thaaaat’s it, how you like me now? – Whop! Whop! – Oooo, yes, bring it all the way home bitch – Whop! Whop! Whop!

His tongue snaked out of his mouth and sloppily licked over his lips with engrossing anticipation, beady eyes shopping the sidewalks with predatory instinct. Clubs, sex shops, snuff film theaters, cat houses, they’re nice every now and then, serving well for your mild type guy, but for him they were too much like child’s play. Too much like work, as well. He liked to pick up and go, stop somewhere secluded and then let the games begin.

He put the bottle between his legs, snugging it against the throbbing bulge in his pants, and massaged his fingers into his palm. Warm, sweaty dampness. He wiped his hand on the leg of his blue jeans, grabbed the steering wheel and wiped the other hand over the other leg. He was anxious, more so now than on the several other past occasions. The demon fever rising to a boiling level.

He drove up to the red light of an intersection and halted at the white line of the pedestrian crossing. Other vehicles pulled up around his. He watched ambulant groups of Claxtonians as they passed before him – Sheep herded through their fields of deluded paradise, victims of their own delusion playing their fated roles in his world.

The light turned green and he turned onto Bram Street.

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