An S Story

With this short, short story, I boldly elbow aside the absurdists Beckett, Ionesco, Genet, and Pinter – in a good, sexy cause. And why not? Sex has so many purposes and there are so many needs. A friend – a good friend – chary of my use of alliteration warned that it might hinder the presentation of a sexual sequence, so…

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PREFACE: Readers of my stories, located here on trusty Gaydemon, know I like to play with words. Absurdist playwrights did - Beckett, Ionesco, Genet, Pinter - and are praised as giants in word-mongering history. What ensues below takes MUCH less than the two hours of one of their plays but is just as heartfelt, as touching, as...well, sometimes words fail. NB: I haven't claimed that this is true, but what if it were?


Devilishly dedicated to my alliteration's friendly detractor, Ryan White.

[Heh-heh.]

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“Supposing I had a suppository?”

“Supposing I said, ‘So?’?”

“Shouldn’t you seem suspicious?”

“Shall I then?”

“Sure. Shuck your shorts.”

“Show me. Shit! Seems sizeable.”

“Size suits. Secures serviceability.”

“Shit.”

“Soon. Sit silently.”

Splat. Splat. Splat.

Sploosh.

Squirt.

“Satisfied?”

“Sure. Sponge?”

“Suds seem soft.”

“Sally forth to the sofa?

“Shall I then? I’m sans silt.”

“See me smiling?”

“Something else seems sizably stiff.”

“Suck some, should you want to sit soon.”

Slurp. Slurp. Seize air. Slurrrrrp.

“Sufficient. Situate your sphincter. Slither slowly.”

“Shhh…sauce me some.”

“Secrete or supporate like some sore?”

“Sensing that you are sluicing my sphincter.”

“So sink sufficiently. Screw yourself silly.”

Sperm squadrons spurted, streamed, sought sanctuary, sending sorties to scout a seedbed safely.

“Seems they’re seething.”

“Should, of course. Shuttle some more – sensationally.”

“Soaked yet? Seeping?”

“Salaciously so.”

“Soup swallower!”

“Seducer!”

“Sublime service always in my smooth, serpentine chute.”

“Shall I sheath my scimitar soon again?”

“Shall I set up a spectacular sequel?

“Sure.”

“Say when.”

“Saturday and Sunday, if you’re set to sail some salubriously sodomitical sequels.”

“Shell out some shekels for sustenance and support so my spinnaker’ll be ship-shape.

“Shillings suffice?”

“Short me and you’ll suffer.”

“Shrew!”

“Shrewd.”


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