Saturday, November 15, 2008

Okay, Fine...You Want Goldfish Porn?

He drew the blinds and stood in the quiet apartment, lit only by candle. Broad shouldered, with an elegant line to form, the flickering light highlighted his nakedness, accentuating his excitement. He knew she was watching ; he enjoyed that she was watching.

A slight smile curling thick lips, he padded across the carpeting and stopped before the aquarium. The water filter hummed. He watched the fish for a long time, almost oblivious to everything else. His hand dipped into the water and swiftly retrieved a goldfish. Holding it in one palm, he used a finger to stroke the creature.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously.

He didn't answer. Instead he glided across the room and stood above her. "Sex is an act of creation," he whispered.

He lowered the goldfish onto her chest, listening to her sudden intake of air. She arched her back as the little creature struggled against warm skin.

Moving with a lion's speed and strength, he was suddenly on the bed, straddling her, his weight a pinion. His hand remained cupped, pressing the fish against her. The other hand moved along her body, reshaping curves, exploring them, rediscovering them.

She started to grip the wrist of the hand that held the struggling fish. Resisting, he rubbed against her heat. She responded with quickened breathing and a small moan. Encouraged, his actions became more forceful, more controlling. She surrendered and matched him. The moment lengthened and stretched. It lost meaning against the building of sensation and the immensity of contact.

The fish's struggle lessened.

It surrendered.

She called out at the intensity of sensation, her voice all passion and release. Sweat beaded along her chest and along her belly. Between her legs. Muscles contracted and remained tight until the final pinnacle. Then she released and he could feel the tension melt.

"A little death," he said, holding the fish aloft.

He saw the guilt in her eyes and smirked.

12 comments:

spyscribbler said...

You are EVIL, Stewart, EVIL! It was good. And erotic. I'll give you that.

But it was EVIL!

:-)

Jon said...

Ah...I knew you could (and would) do it. A little death, indeed.

Rick said...

Now if you could have just thrown in a rubber chicken...

aubreii said...

Hot!! Changed my mind - this is my favorite. Have to agree with spy though... you are EVIL!

Charles Gramlich said...

And so your true sickness begins to rear it's head. I wondered how long you could keep your evil mind underwraps.

Stewart Sternberg said...

thank you, spy..."evil is as evil does". I wouldn't be any other way. But now I am done with the goldfish. it's over. through

Sidney said...

Hmm, interesting and disturbing.

Kate S said...

Good lord, Stewart.

Though I have to say your writing never fails to impress me. All of the fish stories were good.

Who knew? :)

Stewart Sternberg said...

Sidney, if you think that's disturbing...pull my finger.

Kate..are you back for a while. Missed you.

Zoe Winters said...

Now THAT is brilliant. Fantastic metaphor, and way to throw "the little death" in as an actual literal thing inside the story. Wow. Just. This is awesome. Seriously dude, why you don't have a major major publisher is a mystery to me.

Steve Buchheit said...

Somewhere, goldfish are crying.

L.A. Mitchell said...

As usual, wickedly awesome :)