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2015/11/24

Exhibitionism Itself

By dsholloway

My girlfriend was the most beautiful woman in history. So when she was blown up by insurgents, the world’s museums went to extremes to collect her parts, divvy them up, and house them behind expensive glass in expansive rooms.

 

I didn’t realize this at first. “You know,” said K, recently returned from abroad, “I saw your girlfriend’s torso at a museum in Paris.” He handed me a replica, a souvenir he purchased in the gift shop. I had read of her death – “Most Beautiful Woman in History Killed by Terrorists” – and lamented. But my thoughts shifted as soon as K handed me her mini torso. I punched him in the face and stole it.

 

I traveled the word, collecting her replica body parts from museum gift shops throughout the world. In Tokyo I acquired her tongue; in Tel Aviv I acquired her womb. And so on.

 

After a year of travel I had all of her body parts, inside and out. Standing a mere four inches, she was as exquisite as I remembered. I carried her to my bed and we had sex. Unfortunately my erect penis broke her in half. I lamented my girlfriend’s death for the second time.

 

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2015/10/01

A Domain of Sacred Enjoyment

By dsholloway

“We don’t know what happened to the dinosaurs,” she said. She was too attractive to be a paleontologist. I nevertheless listened to her lecture. But I didn’t believe her.

I whispered to K: “Bullshit. She knows exactly what happened to them.”

K brushed me aside and marched toward the paleontologist, much swagger in his step. “She wants to have sex with the two of us,” he reported back, smiling as though he were staring in his own porn. I would have fucked her, but the idea of three bodies heaving and groaning together was off-putting.

K left the museum with the paleontologist. “I’ll find out what happened to them,” he said in my ear on his way out.

I visited K in prison six months later. He was wan and sickly. “What the fuck,” I said.

“I cut her head off.”

“Why?”

“She would’t tell me what happened to the dinosaurs, so I killed her.”

I couldn’t say anything, so he kept talking.

“But the weird thing was,” he said with piercing eyes from behind plexiglass, “I looked down her neck after I cut her head off. I saw a bunch of dinosaurs grazing.”

“On what,” I asked, genuinely curious.

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2015/08/17

Libidinal Attachments 

By dsholloway

K couldn’t stop talking about his new painting. “She does whatever I ask,” he boasted, tracing the cut on his cheek.
When he showed me the painting, I was greatly underwhelmed. The way he spoke of her, I was expecting a hot woman in leather or something. Instead, I saw a lumpy pale creature gazing into the distance. She belonged in the boring wing of a museum.

K greeted her graciously, introduced me, and then scuttled us away, claiming that he was extra demanding last night and she needed rest. He was genuinely concerned.
“Where can I get one,” I teased.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Prettier and skinnier than yours. Maybe a little bitchy.” K eyed me suspiciously.
……….
She was delivered on a Monday. I removed the packaging and found a beautiful women, nearly naked, hip bones protruding confidently. She glared defiantly at me from behind her glass. “I am your master,” I demanded. I unzipped my pants.
……….
“She’s defective, K. She just stands there. Won’t do a damn thing I say.”

“Did you really expect otherwise?” He paused: “So that mark on your face…”
“She tried to kill me. I’m not into that weird shit you like.”

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