Page 7 of Nearly Roadkill: Queer Love on the Run
And that’s when I started to get these private messages from FoolsGold! Of course, Scratch couldn’t see them, but I ended up still in the scene with Scratch, while flirting with FoolsGold at the same time. Hey, don’t judge me. It happens all the time.
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: Look upon my garden gate a snail that’s what it is.
Winc: ::gasp:: What a lovely note to send. *So* much better than “what are you wearing”!
FoolsGold: Well, I like the song and that’s what I could remember of the lyrics.
Winc: ::laughing:: And what song is that?
FoolsGold: By the way, what are you wearing? Only joking.
Scratch: ::bringing my mouth to the tip of your cock. lapping at you::
Winc: ::shuddering:: ::hips pumping against your mouth::
Scratch: ::grasping your tongue with my cunt, letting my body fall completely down onto you, taking your cock all the way into my mouth::
Winc: ::moaning:: oh yesssssssssssssss
Scratch: ::Juices pour out of me::
Winc: ::wrapping long arms up around you::
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: An old song by Donovan. First there is a mountain… is part of the lyrics. As is the snail part.
Winc: That’s right, he made a song out of that!
FoolsGold: I’m showing my age, I fear.
Winc: --- has a penchant for hippies.
FoolsGold: Kind of a Zen feeling to it. Or Taoist.
Well I used to be a hippie… ::wink::
Scratch: ::throat contracting around your cock. Moaning, building, pulling away from you:: ::panting:: Can’t, can’t stay there…
Winc: ::crying out:: NO!
Scratch: ::Sweat on my back, sliding your hands around my back::
Winc: ::trembling fingers kneading into your back::
Scratch: ::Coming back around to gaze at you, still playing with your cock::
Winc: ::licking my lips… your juice and my blood::
Scratch: ::sliding up to it, lowering myself slowly down on it, looking at you, not flinching::
Winc: ::looking at you, adoring you::
Private Message to FoolsGold
Winc: The phrase “first there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is,” is part of an old koan. ::grinning:: I know you, don’t I?
Scratch: ::holding your arms, rocking up and down, closing eyes, throwing head back::
Winc: Yesssss.
I thought this guy FoolsGold mighta been Jabba! But no, I don’t think it was. ::grin:: Not J’s style. Still… I kinda wished I had more hands.
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: Relating to the spiritual growth of the student and his/her perception of reality.
Winc: ::eyes widening:: Yeah… I *do* know you, don’t I?
FoolsGold: I don’t know, perhaps in a past incarnation. We might have been possums in the same pouch.
Winc: Or fishies in the same pond. Snails on the same garden gate?
FoolsGold: In fact I seem to have a vague memory of something like that, but maybe it’s just the mushrooms.
Winc: ::snapping my fingers:: Shrooms! That’s it! Golden Gate Park!
This double conversation was doing a number on my head. Not a bad number, mind you, but a number nonetheless. ::grin:: Meanwhile, back in Apartment 3G…
Winc: ::tasting your blood:: ::lapping at your shoulder, pumping my cock into you:: ::my balls slamming up under your cunt::
Scratch: ::Juice gushing down onto your cock, not caring what you do, just rocking hard pumping, using your cock in me, using you::
Winc: ::hair on my stomach rubbing against you:: ::tossing my head from side to side… out of control::
Scratch: ::putting a finger in your mouth:: Suck it, boy, Suck your ass…
Winc: ::sucking your finger my ass your finger::
Scratch: ::Cunt tightening:: ::gasping::
It was getting a lot harder to pay attention to FoolsGold, but I left off being myself and… splattered myself across the two simultaneous identities I was creating: the sexpassion with Scratch and the mindspirit with FoolsGold were spilling into each other.
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: I don’t know if we have indeed met before, but I have the feeling that I would like to be acquainted with you, if that’s not too forward.
Winc: ::grinning:: To be honest, I thought you were someone I know from Seattle. She surfs as a guy sometimes.
FoolsGold: I’m assuming that you are a woman, but you might be a guy. Still you seem to be a friendly creature. And I am not a woman, I’m glad to say. I have all the respect in the world for them, but wouldn’t want to be one.
Winc: ::blinking:: Why not?
FoolsGold: Well, they have to put up with a lot of crap, some of it biological, and some from men.
Winc: ::nodding:: For sure!
FoolsGold: Are you a woman?
Winc: ::tasting myself on you, licking sucking::
Scratch: ::Reaching under, grasping your balls, squeezing::
Winc: ::thighs trembling:: oh yesssssss… yesssss ::cock throbbing inside you::
Scratch: ::feeling you swelling bigger inside me, clamping down on you::
Winc: ::balls tightening::
gonna…
wanna…
Scratch: I’m gonna… I’m gonna, don’t you dare youmotherfucker I’m gonna
Winc: p-pp-p…
Scratch: ::Legs shuddering rocking against you—frenzy::
Winc: ::groaning::
I
need
to…
Scratch: Higher higher, Cccccominggggggyou fucker you comeyoucome
Winc: YAAAHHHHHH!
Scratch: ::shaking, shuddering:: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Winc: ::pumping hot cum up inside you::
Scratch: yeah.
Winc: yeaaah.
Scratch: ::Rocking slower, slower, digging my hands into your chest::
::throbbing, cunt raw, sore::
Winc: ::panting, gasping:: ::reaching up around you:: ::pulling you tightly against me::
Scratch: ::my hand sliding up to your throat… tightening:: ::leaning over to kiss you deep, my hand around your throat, tight, squeezing::
Winc: ::kissing you deeply… no breath::
Scratch: ::Biting your lips again::
Winc: ::can’t breathe, world is slowing down… kissing you… tasting more of my blood::
Scratch: ::rubbing my clit, contracting again and again around your cock::
Winc: ::relaxing into your hand around my throat::
Scratch: ::releasing your throat, putting both hands on your chest, falling down on you, sliding your cock out slowly:: ::panting:: ::sweat all over us::
Winc: ::gulping air::
I was a goner. But deeper than a casual I-love-you. How could that happen in such a short space of time? ::shaking my head:: I thought I was gonna really die. I love that. Some day I wanna die in Scratch’s arms.
Scratch: ::pulling your hair gently::
Winc: ::wrapping around you:: I… I could die like that… happily.
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: You haven’t answered me. Are you a woman?
Winc: ::blinking:: Isn’t that a rather personal question? ::laughing delightedly at your need to know::
Scratch: ::smile:: ::Playing with hairs on your belly:: No hairs on your chest?
Winc: ::laughing softly:: Yeah… hair on my chest… soft hair.
Scratch: ::you could be a girl here ::touching:: and here.
Winc: yeah… could be.
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: Well, I’m enjoying the conversation regardless of your sex or sexual orientation.
Winc: ::laughing:: As am I!
FoolsGold: Just trying to form a mental image.
Winc: --- tall, copper hair, green eyes, waterfall tattoo spilling down from under my right eye. Rose tattoo on right thigh (rose has a whip curled up around it).
Scratch: But not there: ::patting cock::
Winc: ::gasp:: No, not there… not… well…
Scratch: ::rubbing hands all over sweaty bodies:: ::rubbing my juices all over you::
Winc: ::licking your neck and shoulders::
Scratch: Shit.
Winc: ::taking your face in my hands:: What?
Scratch: Want you real time.
Winc: ::smiling::
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: Is that how you keep guys in line? With a whip?
Winc: ::grinning:: Perhaps. Is that your interest?
Scratch: Real hands on real crotch right now. Hate this part. I mean, real time hate this part.
Winc: Where are you? No! Don’t tell me.
Scratch: What?!
Winc: Can’t say stuff like where and who… I keep forgetting.
Scratch: Nope, you can’t.
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: Well, I do enjoy it at times when a woman takes control, but I have my limits.
Winc: ::purring:: Everyone does, darlin’.
FoolsGold: Gee, and I thought that I was strange or something.
Winc: ::laughing:: Without limits, S/M would be limited to one session, then *poof*.
FoolsGold: Are you into the S though why I trusted Scratch is a mystery….
///3999 —-444///
THIS LINE IS SECURE. THIS IS NOT A PUBLIC LINE.
YOU ARE WARNED￠_76
Scratch: Is your numbers key stuck?
Winc: I didn’t write that!
///SAFE PASSAGE IS NOT ABLE???///
Scratch: I didn’t either! Outta here.
Winc: Wait! I wanna see you again! I like you!
Private Message to FoolsGold
Winc: Eeeeeeep… sorry, I was super tied up…
FoolsGold: ::chuckling:: Literally? I thought I’d lost you.
Winc: Not a chance, mister! Anyway, there’s lots of places, especially in the Bay Area, that are filled with opportunities to explore S/M.
FoolsGold: That is not my only interest in you. It only came up late in our conversation, but it is an interest of mine, I fear.
Winc: ::putting my hands on your shoulders:: I know it’s not your only interest. And there’s nothing to fear… well, almost nothing. ::wicked chuckle::
Scratch: We’ll meet up again, we will, I know it. ::giving you a real look:: Feel it. Bye.
Private Message to Winc
FoolsGold: You still there? Are you getting my messages?
///JI U9K JIOPJH]\///
Scratch has left “Apt 3G”
Winc: Noooooo! Oh major rats.
I never did find out what happened with FoolsGold, but that was it with Scratch. ::sighing happily:: Was it ever! Scratch says it took “her” longer, but I don’t believe hir. I think ze was as in love as I was. It can happen. ::grin:: Cool, huh?
END WINC JOURNAL ENTRY
NARRATIVE ENTRY, JABBATHEHUT
And in a decidedly green office, a message flashes on the screen:
To: FBCS Investigations
From: Jabbathehut
Date: (transmission garbled)
Subj: Sex, Sex, Sex—is that all??
Re: file Scratch and Winc
You’re reading their sex logs? These are the ones you’re calling outlaws? ::rolling my eyes:: Surely you jest!
—J.
Sucking at his teeth, Wally Budge mutters out loud, “Son of a gun. Does this joker know everyone I’m lookin’ for?”
(To this bit of expected incredulity I cannot help but add: Of course I do, I am all-powerful, nothing escapes my notice.)