“Yeah babe?” He diligently wiped a glob of his cum off Amy’s torso with the ‘slopcloth’. It was one of those cheap institutional towels; he took it from a Days Inn and now they used it for after-sex cleanup. The grains of the cotton were rough because it had been washed with starch for years. It was even more abrasive on the spots where Wyatt’s various spent wads lay, like so many stalactized, dried out reminders of his grunting, passionate efforts. How many other cum-spattered bellies did this towel traverse before it came to us, Amy mused; how many skidmarks had been bleached away, and did the trace of someone’s shit still linger in the fibers?
That got her to thinking about trace particles of bodily excretions more generally. They say that smell is related to taste; was a particle of Wyatt’s semen, with its strong chlorine odor, actually embedding itself on her tongue? She wondered. Also, there was the butt smell, like he had stuck his finger up his ass or something – was she ‘tasting’ that? That distinctly fecal smell, a mix of old socks, dog saliva, and cheese rind, always appeared after he came, and it grossed her out somewhat, although she never said anything.
If she was describing their sexual arrangement to a girlfriend, Amy would say she was ‘generally happy’, and then would look away with a hint of wistfulness, prompting a more perceptive companion to probe further.
Well, to be sure, there was a certain closure to it: Wyatt always got her off first because he could hold off for a long time. He knew how she liked it, or should we say really that he had found one way, guaranteed every time, that worked, mainly, putting her legs completely together, and, straddling her with his legs clamped around hers, using the motion of his whole body on top of her to simultaneously stimulate her clitoris with his groin area and give her a powerful vaginal orgasm with his medium-sized cock.
Effective, indeed.
But he never wanted to come inside of her. He always had to go all porn on her and pull out, masturbating himself to an orgasm, shooting onto her aforementioned torso and breasts. His eyes were always closed, and she wondered – is he thinking about me? Is he thinking about some other woman? A guy maybe? Or maybe just his own dick; maybe he was just caught up in the randy lewdness of his own onanistic fulfillment.
Amy was going to bring it up one of these days, but not this time. She loved him, after all. She felt safe with him, and she knew that he felt safe with her – safe enough to come in his own idiosyncratic manner. It was a difficult, paradoxical thing, this love stuff: To keep that safety feeling intact, there were all sorts of white lies you had to maintain. It didn’t make sense to her; it wasn’t consistent.
User Feedback:(+ Add Comment) 9/27/2005 2:29:36 PM - qualcomm: does this answer your question? 9/27/2005 1:59:22 PM - Mr. Joshua: I want to know 9/27/2005 1:03:22 PM - qualcomm: to quote wilson from the short happy life of francis macomber, "Doesn’t do to talk too much about all this. Talk the whole thing away. No pleasure in anything if you mouth it up too much." 9/27/2005 12:53:24 PM - Mr. Joshua: There you are, author. Please account for this fecality. I just don't understand. 9/27/2005 12:51:23 AM - Phony Millions: ah, fecality. 9/26/2005 8:13:39 PM - qualcomm: my farts are overtly pumpkiny 9/26/2005 8:11:32 PM - Ewan Snow: No, no, no. I was entirely joking. I believe the author is referring to the smell of ass more specifically than the smell of shit. He's pointing out that funky, assy, crotch smell of sex. That's why it's only vaguely fecal. A fart is overtly fecal. This author is after something more subtle, when it comes to all things, including the smell of poop. 9/26/2005 7:03:16 PM - Mr. Joshua: So you think he's just farting as he cums? 9/26/2005 6:52:27 PM - Ewan Snow: No, I've found it's more erotical to emit a vaguely fecal odor *during* ejaculation. 9/26/2005 6:40:35 PM - Mr. Joshua: Level with me, Snow...do you emit a vaguely fecal odor after you ejaculate? 9/26/2005 6:37:53 PM - Ewan Snow: One of the all time best shorts. Phony, you rock! 9/26/2005 5:38:18 PM - Mr. Joshua (): Nice little historical gem, Phony. Really enjoyed the POV trick you conjured...feminine, as qc says, but not quite Amy's.
More importantly, is this "distinctly fecal smell" something you or someone you know has actually experienced, or did you just make it up for the purposes of the short? You've kinda got a fellow worried here. Maybe I, too, emit a vaguely fecal smell after I cum, and PrettyEyes, in her infinite decency and politeness, makes no comment, even though this is definitely something which would gross her out. Should I ask her if I create such a smell, or should I just let sleeping dogs lie? 5/13/2004 7:48:08 PM - TheBuyer (): retroactive hot-shit 5/6/2004 6:40:12 PM - Not Lisa (): (no comment) 4/11/2004 3:06:54 AM - Mr. Pony (): There's a sort of turbo insight here that should have been bred out of us long ago. We'd be so much happier! Like goats! 3/3/2004 8:45:50 AM - Phony Millions: Well, I was working the more fecal angle. Wyatt probably experiences the tickly feeling in his groin when he's in any number of other situations, though. 3/3/2004 12:58:08 AM - qualcomm: only problem with this short: no tickly/shrinky feeling in the testicles. i don't care that its POV is feminine, i want it. did wyatt get a shrinky feeling in his groin, brad, huh, did he? 3/2/2004 4:09:25 PM - Phony Millions: I'm sticking with bodily fluids from here on in! Yeah! 3/2/2004 2:53:53 PM - scoop (): This thing made ol' scoop's stomach lurch. I'm gonna be writing in my journal for weeks to come. Thanks a lot, Brad. 3/1/2004 1:27:41 PM - Jimson S. Sorghum (): I like "aforementioned torso...."
3/1/2004 11:28:18 AM - Will Disney (): splendid! especially the part of the cum. 3/1/2004 10:00:09 AM - Jon Matza (): Why'd you have to do it? 3/1/2004 8:54:07 AM - qualcomm (): Medium-sized cock. I like how the author's shorts make me laugh, then make me feel kind of guilty towards the end. Yes, my feelings.
