Scandalous! b**m Short Stories

Prologue

Prologue

Spontaneous Combustion

Eleven o’clock, I’m ready for bed. It’s been raining all day and there’s another storm passing through…thunder, lightning, driving rain. Suddenly the tornado siren in town is going off, and the ‘take cover’ announcement interrupts my TV show. I grab a flashlight, just in case, and fly down to the basement to wait…

Wait

Wait

Wait until the siren dies and I tiptoe back upstairs.

Nothing is damaged, nothing undone.

As I slip off to bed in an attempt to sleep I hear another storm coming through, though this one won’t be as severe as the last my local weatherman assures me. And yet…left in the wake of that last furious frenzy, my muse strikes like a thunderbolt. Here’s what poured out…

I want you to tie me to a tree,

thrust me against an old tree stump,

order me over a table, over the end of the bed.

After yanking down my pants, you draw your leather belt from your jeans …

Doubling it in your fist you begin to flail it against my ass…

Hard

Fast

Until white turns crimson, until my ass is scorched and

I’m groaning deeply, crying out for mercy

Ah! But mercy will wait until later…

Until you’ve dropped your belt, unzipped your jeans

Until you’ve rammed your way home inside my cunt

Hard

Fast

I explode and you explode

almost belligerent but strangely beautiful

like the storm that just passed through on its way to elsewhere

Before you’re done with me you have me in your bed again

Hard

Fast

Inside my ass this time, driving through like a man possessed

I explode and you explode again

And then…

When the fury dies you hold me, you kiss my lips and run your hands

over my sweaty skin.

Hurts are healed, a day’s worth of trouble forgotten

Worry quits its anxious grip

and wounds bound up with tenderness are carried away by love

In the long twilight thereafter, we stretch out in each other’s arms

Later in the evening, I sit at your feet and rest my head against your knee.

From the novel Spontaneous Combustion (2014)