Chocolate Rain

He was a narcissist, still involved with the self-involved. The world seemed bleak and vapid to him as of late. He lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, self-loathing for most of the summer. As a child, he liked to turn the television on to a channel where there would just be static and dime the volume on the television; he found peace of mind among the chaos. Scuttling out of his house, he trekked to the store to abate his cigarette addiction. He lit a cigarette and took a drag off it outside of the local 7-Eleven. He exhaled the smoke as it passed over his lip piercing. It was then that he spotted her leaving the store; she had red hair down to her shoulders, cute dimples and the nicest hazel eyes you have ever seen. He had only had sex with guys up to this point; she was a total slut who did her fair share of guys and girls. She asked him for a light and he flipped his Bic lighter while it was repeatedly blown out by the wind. Her hair was blowing like something out of a movie, "So cliché." he thought. She put her hand over his and they both looked up into each other eyes, they knew what each other wanted. "My place?" he said, she nodded. They both had gotten out of nasty relationships and were looking for some self-validation.

They treaded to his house and were there in a matter of minutes. He put on a movie that he hadn't seen before and they started to make out on his leather couch, groping each other. She was a very good kisser but by his own caprice, he was more interested in the movie and was consumed by his own thoughts, shifting between the two. She unzipped his pants as he thought to himself "Damn it! I want to see how this movie fucking ends" as he tried to get a better glimpse of the television, she was blocking his view while he was groping her breasts. The movie wasn't that good but he just wasn't that interested in sex at the moment. She stroked his erect penis as his mind lay dormant. "I wonder if I left the toaster oven on" he thought to himself.

She took his hand and they went to his room, "God damn it! I'm missing the end of that movie" he thought to himself. "I have to go to the bathroom" he said. He went into the bathroom and rummaged through the bathroom toiletries, bringing out a spoon and syringe. He dumped a pack of Heroin into the spoon with water mixed and boiled it with a lighter. He then ripped the cap off of the syringe with his teeth and put a cotton ball in the spoon. He then pulled the plunger of the syringe straight up, sucking up the entire amount of Heroin. He then stuck it in his arm, searching for a vein. He pulled the plunger back and blood filled the syringe, he then pushed the plunger all the way down sending the mixture into his bloodstream. He saw his pupils dilate in the mirror and he was overcome with ecstasy.

He came back out of and kissed his newly found friend passionately, groping her, feeling her every contour. They lay on his bed. Her hair smelled so nice and her lips tasted like the morning dew off of flowers. She moaned in agony, "Finger me" she demanded. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down. Her underwear was soaked, she wanted him badly and he knew it, he just thought lower of her for that. His view of women was distorted; ever since his adolescence he thought that "girl parts" were uncanny. He kissed her body in a passionate fervor while placing his hand in her underwear. He rubbed his hand against her vulva and placed his middle finger in her vagina, thrusting it deep inside of her. "How weird does this feel?" he thought to himself. He abhorred the wetness; it felt foreign to him and her gyrations just made him uncomfortable. Her pelvis shot up while she felt a huge tremor through her body. She felt chills and had a lustful grin come over her face.

He slid her Hello-Kitty underwear off and grazed his fingertips across her hips. "I want you inside me" she said in the most seductive voice as her lips grazed his ear. He slid his half erect penis into her, fumbling a couple times before actually penetrating her. "It is in yet?" he asked. "Yes" she replied laconically. This didn't feel as tight or as pleasurable as his male encounters. He tried to stick a finger in her ass but he stopped him immediately. "Fuck me harder, daddy." she bellowed. Things weren't going well; he definitely wasn't going to come and he was having a hard time keeping it up. "Stop" he said, "What's wrong?" she said, shook out of the deep throes of passion.

"Wait, Wait, I have a weird request to make." He said. She was aghast, "What, what are you interrupting for now?" she said irritated "Will you shit on my chest?" he asked earnestly. She looked at him oddly "Cleveland Steamer, eh? Okay" she said. He crouched over her chest and let out a bowel movement of gastronomical proportions. Shit went flying everywhere, over the walls, on the sheets, splattered over the curtains; it was like an abstract impressionist painting. It was scatological heaven. "Disgusting" she said, as she expectorated a kernel of corn from her mouth.

His penis flailed wildly ejaculating semen like a hyena over his sheets that were already covered in excrement. He turned to kiss her but the permeating stench of excrement made him vomit directly in her mouth. She swallowed it, then stuck a finger down her throat and vomited back on to him, reciprocating the action. "What's that smell?" he said as she had just begun to menstruate. "Mmmm, menses" he said, he had totally turned a 180 in his sexuality after this happened; the must just turned him on like nothing had before. They caressed each others genitals and gave each other oral passionately. The environment of a human mouth was not so foreign as it made him come again. He lifted up to kiss her, swapping a mélange of menstrual blood and semen between their two mouths "I love you" she said as she looked into his glazed eyes, "I love you too" she said staring into his, their mutual adulation drifting them off to sleep, caressing each other.