Thursday, October 7, 2010

EVERY FIBER #FridayFlash & 3WW

A couple weeks ago, Mark Kerstetter wrote a #fridayflash called "Perched." In it, he wrote a line "...he loved her with every fiber of his tired old soul." I couldn't stop thinking about that line--how Mark chose "soul" rather than "being." Subtle, but inspirational. Here's my (finally!) new #fridayflash, and I also incorporated this weeks 3WW prompts.   

EVERY FIBER

He tapped on her bedroom door. After months of pursuit, Penelope had invited John to her bed. He took it as a sign that she was finally over her disappearing ex.

John turned the knob after her husky come in. Her diaphanous sheet covered just enough to give a hint of propriety; bare arms and legs glowed ephemeral in the flickering candlelight. Dark spots pooled on the bed, suggesting blood, but Penelope's inviting smile along with the rose-scented air erased his momentary unease. Lust propelled him forward. Rose petals fluttered to the floor.

"I've wait—," John cleared the huskiness from his voice, "I've waited so long for this, for you."

"Me too," Penelope whispered. Her voice sounded calm, but candlelight bounced off the perspiration sheen on her forehead. He kissed her forehead, combed his fingers through the thick cords of her hair. He marveled at her translucent skin, her fluttering eyelashes, her shallow breaths.

He glided his hand across the sheet, felt her nipples harden under the silky fabric. She unbuttoned his shirt, traced the line of hair to his navel. Like a seam, she whispered. He slid the sheet, revealing the swell of her breasts, his eyes hungry for what his fingers already tasted. She pulled the sheet until the hem touched her collar bone, intensifying his need. He wanted to rip the fabric shrouding her body, touch his skin to her skin, but her lip quivered, her body trembled.

John leaned closer, about to say it's okay if you want to wait, but all he heard was his own grunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer, teased him by brushing her lips against his. The sheet chafed against his chest, but her tongue distracted him. She licked a trail to his earlobe.

"Tell me how much you love me." Her breathy words heated his ear canal. He felt her pulse in her temple. "Tell me."

"I love you so much—"

"How much?"

"I love you more than life itself. I love you with every fiber of my being."

"Do you mean it? Really, truly mean it? I need you."

"Yes I mean it. I'm all yours."

She shifted, flipped them so he was under her, his back against the bed. She straddled him, her thighs vice-grips against his hips. Penelope leaned close. The sheet molded against voluptuous form, defying gravity. "Thank you," she said, studying his eyes. The force of her gaze mesmerized him. Lethargy seeped into his body. She shook her head.

Her hair snapped the air, a thousand whips cracking before each lashed at John, securing his ankles, his wrists, his whole body immobile. The ties that bind he thought, then felt an insane urge to giggle.

"I can see them! Each and every fiber of your being. I need them, you know." She straightened, extending her hands in front of him. Each fingernail ended in a sharp point. With her index finger, she tapped at the soft dip in his collar bone. He gasped at the sudden puncture-pain, screamed from the sensation—the tugging of a tube out of the base of his throat.

"Got one!" She held a long iridescent string. She deftly looped it from her hand to her elbow, until she held a long coil, which she laid carefully on the bed. "This is the fabric of my life."

Penelope then touched her sheet. The thin covering slithered off her chest, revealing—nothing. Instead of breasts, a stomach, and hips John saw a shimmer, opaque air between the legs squeezing his body and the shoulders hovering. She touched the end of the coiled fiber to the top of her thigh, to where her non-existent crotch somehow rested on John's pubic bone. John screamed.

She traced around both his nipples, let her fingernails glide down the center of his chest, slicing the hair-seam down his stomach to his navel. John's screams echoed in his mind as Penelope tugged, her fingers racing to weave the fibers she extracted from his body into her body. Pale skin emerged, filling the blank space.


"Almost done. One last fiber and I'll be ready for his return." John slurred your ex? but felt his mind unravel. As sensation ceased, Penelope stood, radiant and whole.

29 comments:

Carrie said...

Wow, this was immense in such a small space. Great idea here!

~Tim said...

Interesting take on the phrase. Very creepy.

Sulci Collective said...

we've all had sex like this haven't we?

Very skillfully written, even though I guessed where this was heading from the title, I was still thoroughly enthralled. As wrapped up in it as your poor sap was unwrapping.

marc nash

Sam said...

Very classy! There was an intensity and power in this piece that I really enjoyed.

Linda said...

Well! Steamy and seamy ride. You mix horror and erotica so, so well, my dear. Peace...

Timothy P. Remp said...

Very powerful piece, the horror and sensual moments really drew me in. I did notice the hook in the first paragraph and the foreshadowing ‘marks’ on the bed.

-Tim

Mike Robertson said...

Lordy Peg, you're scary when you want to be, aren't you. What a concept - one I have never read before. Amazing work.

Jay Thurston said...

Great build up of passion and intimacy. Creepy ending. Evilly playful, that Penelope.

Laura Eno said...

Wicked! What a turn you take with this. Very descriptive.

ThomG said...

Wickedly delicious, creepy and just plain good.

quin browne said...

Effing amazing. It made me go, "OHHHHH!!!" in a good way.

Valerie said...

Yikes. Now I want to know who she's ready for. How many fibers make a man...?

Mark Kerstetter said...

Well, it was probably just my love of assonance: 'old soul' sounds better than 'old being'. But you got me to thinking about the 'old tired' part, and it might have also come from my love of Baudelaire, whose "Live on, damned soul!" is impossible to forget. There's a dark supernatural aspect to his "Flowers of Evil" - evil black cats, poisoned flowers, bad wine and vampires. It's weird to think that you tapped into that. It's great to see you create your own monster - creative mind at work! I feel deeply complimented just to have been an accidental bystander to your imagination.

Deanna Schrayer said...

I must second Linda's comment - you have a knack for blending erotica with horror. Very well written Peg.

G.P. Ching said...

Completely creative and chilling to the bone. Taking every fiber of his being...somehow I don't think that's what he intended. Great story, well written.

afullnessinbrevity said...

An intense sensuality that gets turned on its head into a creepy horror. Great stuff.
Adam B @revhappiness

John Wiswell said...

I went through all that? I can believe me saying it's okay if you want to wait, but sheesh. My blackouts are getting worse. Not that I disbelieve it. Especially once it comes to me suffering for some girl's ex, no, it seems entirely plausible.

Alan W. Davidson said...

That was the perfect merge of sensuality and horror. The description of the fibres being removed was fantastic. Great work, Peggy.

Steve Green said...

A very skilful blend of horror and erotica, very well written, and immensely gripping.

Eric J. Krause said...

That was certainly creepy. Great description of the horror taking place. Excellent story!

L'Aussie said...

Monstrously good, Peg. Great descriptions. I was sucked in so to speak..:)

placebythefire said...

Ooh creepy. Very disturbing.

A. S. Boudreau said...

quite the horror... and yet erotic as well... and no way could I quit reading!

Crystal said...

I don't think I can add anything that hasn't already been said.

Bukowski's Basement said...

Hot, sexy and creepy all at once...

Rachel Blackbirdsong said...

I like this with every fiber of my being. Sexy, scary...the perfect combination.

mazzz in Leeds said...

I'm glad other people found it sexy too (the unravelling I mean, rather than the foreplay!) was a bit worried it would just be me. She's one cool maneater. I wonder how the return of the one she awaits will pan out

Rebecca Emin said...

Amazing blending of erotica and horror. I'm not sure I should have read this one last before I try and sleep! So creepy.

Paul D. Brazill said...

Hot stuff! Very well told and more than a little spooky.