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[Need to practise my flashing for Desdmona's contest.
JS]

A CLEAN TASTE

Jordan Shelbourne 2003


This has to stop, he thinks, as she comes to his room
again. She smells of hot water, kiwi shampoo and
harsh soaps.

We shouldn't do this, he tells himself even as his
body responds before her touch. His nipples and penis
are already rigid. She draws back the sheet to expose
him to the moonlight.

She's sick, he repeats for the thousandth time as she
licks the dried sweat from the hard parts of his body.

He told himself the same things last night and every
night before.

"Dirty," she croons as she straddles him and takes him
into her ass. She fits her practiced anus around his
erection, fills her rectum with the head, then the
shaft. She is the only woman who has ever done this to
him. He adores it.

"Dirty," she sings again and he caresses her tight
swollen nipples, lovely in the moonlight. That's all
she ever says. He thought once it was a command to
bathe first, but that night she arrived and left
without touching him.

She rides him for a long time, coming on her own
schedule. For the first time, he doesn't come.
Eventually she pulls off him. In the moonlight he can
see a dark fecal ring around the base of his shaft.

"Dirty," she moans. For the first time, she
licks him clean and swallows his come. She leaves,
silently as always.

He lies there and thinks, This has to stop.

Wrapped in his sheet, he goes to her room.
He has never been there.

It is antiseptic white. Spotless. She is gargling in
the bathroom, scrubbed raw and scrawny in the
unforgiving glare. His semen has been vomited into
the sink.

This has to stop, he thinks.

He sees what she is gargling with. Bleach. 

It stops.

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