Mary’s Queer
Mary’s queer, the kids said. She’s fat and queer and stupid and ugly.
They made fun of her crush on Michelle, the class princess. Teased her, taunted her, harrassed her. Called her Pussy Breath and Muff Diver. Michelle laughed it off, even was kind to Mary when no one was around to see.
So long ago and far away, yet the scars linger as childhood wounds are wont to do.
This is Manhattan. This is today.
Now see Mary: Tall and blonde, successful and happy. Loved by Elizabeth who kisses the scars on those rare occasions when they make an appearance. Mary is making love to Elizabeth in the bed of a thousand roses. That’s what they call it, after the rose petals, Elizabeth’s romantic gesture on their first anniversary.
Mary is touching the gentle slope of her lover’s breast, watching the goose flesh quiver in response. She runs her thumbnail across the rasberry nipple, watching it spring from under the enamel edge. Elizabeth moans, whispers, I love you. Mary knows this is true, yet it still fills her with wonder, with awe, that love runs this deep, this true for her.
I love you, too, she whispers back, spreading Elizabeth’s legs. Let me show you how much. I am going to make you cum with my mouth, darling.
She lowers her face to the moist labia before her. Ever so slowly, just so she can savor the scent of her lover’s arrousal.
Somewhere far away a woman named Michelle would give all to be loved like this for just one day.
June 7th, 2006 5:05 pm
God that was a good one! This might be my favorite one you have wrote so far. I really enjoy reading your blog
June 9th, 2006 10:42 am
You are an Angel. It’s nice to know someone out there likes this crazy stuff I come up with.
February 9th, 2007 8:41 pm
I know I am behind schedule…but I so worship you.