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"Yeah, get the stuff. I'm glad we could do this before we started."
"I'm glad too baby. Give me a kiss and then I'll get the stuff."
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I always give Denise her shot. I can't let anyone else shoot me and she trusts me to do her. We're lying on the mattress together. I'm spooning my little Denise, one arm stretched above my head on the mattress and the other around Denise, beneath her breasts. We're in the deep stages of euphoria that come after fixing with a raised dose. I often wonder what the difference between good sex and good H is. Is the intense physical emotion at such a brief peak as good as the longer high of the junk? I wonder which one I could live without, my Denise or the junk?
I'm staring at the flame of a burning candle. At least it was a candle; it's just a big blob of melted wax with a wick in it now. It's on a plate that I got from Jess. There was a piece of cake on it and after I ate it, I never bothered to take the plate back to her. She never asked for it back, so I never bothered to say anything. Our works are sitting on the sides of the plate: a bent spoon, a needle, the orange lighter, and the foil that the junk was in. I'm going to have to score again. I won't think about that now.
As I watch the complimentary colors at the circular edge of the flame's aura flicker into the night, I feel the warmth of Denise's body and her sex is playing over and over again in my head. I'm not horny now. I'm not excited, waiting on the edge, anticipating every move, sound, smell, touch that happens with Denise. We're together and we are happy and we have everything that we need.
"I love you Denise." I lift my head and place a kiss beneath her ear.
"I love you too Marcus."
- COMMENTS
Scotsman69over 14 years agohave to approve of the lifestyle of the characters. Or the realism of the setting compared to real LA or anywhere. I read it as some kind of post-disaster future world, but maybe it isn't.
What matters is that the writing is of a sharpness and quality too rarely found on Lit. Well done.
Anonymousover 14 years agolike this. It isn't really within any category literotica has unless you consider it a scifi or horror. Unfortunately the depiction of the two main characters is worse than I thought they'd be tho to be sure I've never been in LA, Orange county yes only downtown not the burbs.
I was in NYC in late 1960 and went all over the island and beyond into the alleys and never ever saw anything like this. If I went back I suppose I'd see some of this but not all spread out as this story suggests the 'burbs' are in LA. The writer called this the third world america and I suppose it is but is it truth there are this many peeps in such a real neighborhood?
I think I have to say the puta writing this is a 'social worker' who serves such people, the only way to get close enough to groups like this she depicts.
The 3rd world America I believe exists is indeed poverty ridden however the numbers are very huge these days as the economy continues it's nose dive and they for the most part do not live this way. These peeps are drug addicts to a person - NOT the usual except what one might see on the streets panhandling, even for a cigarette they can 'sell' for a drink or shot.
So, definitely NOT America's third world, it IS druggies.
