2008 Woodie Awards
The Erogenous Zone: A Halloween Dream
Brook Taylor
Issue date: 10/31/06 Section: Life
As I drifted off to sleep, my mind transported me to a huge, lavishly decorated warehouse. The walls, covered in metallic black and purple foil, were splattered with blood and had fake corpses and severed body parts hanging from them. A steady supply of glittering confetti rained down from the ceiling and came to rest upon the hundreds of costumed attendees of this Murderers' Ball.
I looked down and realized I was dressed as a dominatrix who, by the looks of the black vinyl costume, had taken it a bit too far. Little drops of redness speckled my bustier dress and the ample amount of cleavage it caused. I had my weapon, a bullwhip, wrapped around my fist. My platform knee-high boots were the worst though; everything from the ankle down was smeared with blood, indicating that I probably stomped on my victim in addition to beating him to death.
Thinking I might run into some friends, I pushed my way through the sweaty dance floor crowd to the bar. All that was being served was a green glowing cocktail, made of god knows what, so I took one and didn't ask any questions. I was sipping the bittersweet concoction and searching the room for familiar faces when I saw her.
My mind started reeling. Was it really her? I moved in for a closer look. She was swaying sensually by herself in a corner to the song that was playing, her eyes closed in a trance. Despite the vampiress costume she was wearing, I could see that she was exactly who I thought: the first girl I had ever lusted after.
She was the one that got away five years ago. Two grades ahead of me in high school, she graduated and went off to college before I even knew what the feelings were that I was having for her, let alone what to do with them. As I watched her dance, I was amazed at how quickly that old lust came back and took over. This time, I wasn't letting her sneak off without indulging me first.
I slithered closer until I stood unmoving in front of her, breaking her trance with a desire-filled stare. Her eyes lit up and a mischievous smile graced her lips as she recognized me and moved in for a hug. She pressed her breasts into mine as we embraced and I felt a warm jolt between my legs. I wanted to drown in her rich, oriental perfume.
I looked down and realized I was dressed as a dominatrix who, by the looks of the black vinyl costume, had taken it a bit too far. Little drops of redness speckled my bustier dress and the ample amount of cleavage it caused. I had my weapon, a bullwhip, wrapped around my fist. My platform knee-high boots were the worst though; everything from the ankle down was smeared with blood, indicating that I probably stomped on my victim in addition to beating him to death.
Thinking I might run into some friends, I pushed my way through the sweaty dance floor crowd to the bar. All that was being served was a green glowing cocktail, made of god knows what, so I took one and didn't ask any questions. I was sipping the bittersweet concoction and searching the room for familiar faces when I saw her.
My mind started reeling. Was it really her? I moved in for a closer look. She was swaying sensually by herself in a corner to the song that was playing, her eyes closed in a trance. Despite the vampiress costume she was wearing, I could see that she was exactly who I thought: the first girl I had ever lusted after.
She was the one that got away five years ago. Two grades ahead of me in high school, she graduated and went off to college before I even knew what the feelings were that I was having for her, let alone what to do with them. As I watched her dance, I was amazed at how quickly that old lust came back and took over. This time, I wasn't letting her sneak off without indulging me first.
I slithered closer until I stood unmoving in front of her, breaking her trance with a desire-filled stare. Her eyes lit up and a mischievous smile graced her lips as she recognized me and moved in for a hug. She pressed her breasts into mine as we embraced and I felt a warm jolt between my legs. I wanted to drown in her rich, oriental perfume.
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