Copyright © 2011 Russell Turney
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Temptation
I don’t know how I missed her the first time round the shop. Admittedly, I’d never seen a store as big and generously endowed as the Canadian Superstore. But how on earth did I miss this wondrous creature?
My brain must have noticed her, I’m sure.
That was why I was now making a second pass through the small goods section.
There she was.
I tried not to stare. An involuntary gulp swelled up in my constricted throat. My mouth went dry and my pulse quickened. She was stunning in a slightly chubby kind of way. Her soft, oddly pink grey flesh, was visible through a tight layer of clear and coloured latex, a tight chocker around her neck.
She saw me looking. I pretended to ignore her and her similarly dressed friends. Now they were all looking. What were they saying to each other? The voice in my head said, “Keep moving” but my legs struggled to comply.
“You want me, don’t you?” I heard her whisper in my ear as I squeezed by.
My brain froze. My feet refused to move. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, so hard was it pumping. My mouth had taken on the guise of a spot deep in the Sahara desert. “W-w-what?” my brain cried.
“I know you want me. I saw it in your eyes,” that soft, tempting voice whispered again.
I stood rooted to the spot.
“You can have me if you want.” the voice said. A shudder went down my spine and I fought back the panic that was rising inside, trying to destroy this magical moment.
That hypnotic voice continued quietly “You look like a man who would enjoy me. Like a man who could afford me.”
“Oh my God” was all I could think. Something inside took over. I reached out a hand and ran my fingertips over her latex outfit.
“Oooo. Such a bad boy.” That voice again, so sensuous and inviting.
My mouth struggled to open. To ask the all important question.
She seemed to sense my inner turmoil and flashed me a small slip of paper she had been concealing, heaven knows where on that outfit.
Neatly written there was a number. I was pleasantly surprised. Yes. That was a very reasonable price, to share the joys of this heavenly creature.
“Do it,” my brain screamed, “It could be a long time before you get another chance.”
My back straightened and my chest puffed out ever so slightly. My head came up and my chin set resolutely. I grasped her latex clad flesh and headed toward the exit, to my waiting motor home.
She followed without any hesitation, her friends flashing knowing smiles, and carrying on as if nothing had happened.
Checkout had never taken so long. I kept glancing at her, my stomach in knots. I couldn’t believe I’d found her. Not since I’d left my homeland had I encountered such as her.
I hurried her to my waiting motor home, the anticipation mounting, building inside me. The keys jingled in my shaking hands. I opened the door and ushered her in, entering behind her and closing, locking the door. The bags of shopping were left sitting to one side, discarded.
My hands trembled as I grasped her latex cladding and lifted her onto the bench top. My fingers feverishly loosened the chocker around her neck, allowing me to peel the latex partly away from her soft flesh.
Her scent was intoxicating. I let my nostrils drink in her perfume. A shiver, my brain afire with desire. Not a sound did she make, no words were necessary. We both knew what was about to happen.
A single trembling fingertip reached out and touched her soft yielding flesh. Yes. Just as I remembered. My mouth moved slowly toward her. My tongue savoured the salty sweetness of her flesh. A gentle bite, just a small one. My head was spinning. Such a heady brew.
I stepped back and saw the small bite mark I’d left there. My hands gently covered her naked flesh with the latex of her outfit.
She seemed confused. “You’ve paid for all of me,” she said. “Don’t you want me?”
Oh, I wanted her alright. But this was a moment, a very special moment, that needed to be savoured and enjoyed. Not rushed.
She stayed with me for three weeks. Three heavenly weeks. She was extraordinary. She gave herself to me anytime I wanted her, did everything I asked of her.
Then she was gone, leaving only the slightest hint of her scent on a piece of her now tattered latex outfit as a memento. My heart ached at the loss. My stomach churned.
I searched any possible place she could be hiding. To no avail. Everywhere I asked had the same answer.
“No.”
Where would I find another to replace her?
Where in this land would I find another such exquisite, such delicate and tasty … Liver Sausage? (Liverwurst/Braunschweiger)