A Scene
Jack suggested to Matilda one day whilst masturbating one another that they talk about dying. Matilda although slightly uncomfortable with her lover's request agreed. Jack told her an imaginary tale regarding the death of an imaginary friend who had committed suicide after being spurned by the object of his affections. He told her many things in grim detail. Matilda listened intently whilst Jack stroked her pussy gently. It was a sad story indeed.
Jack asked Matilda to go over to the computer and show him a pornographic image that she deemed suitably grotesque. Only then could Jack release himself with the requisite amount of pleasure. Despite the lurid imagination of his mind, he preferred nothing more than a photographic image.
Matilida obliged her lover and found an image of a young Japanese woman lay down in a bath shitting a geyser of yellow liquid out of her petite tight anus and onto her precious lithe body. Jack was satisfied with the picture and stood by the computer desk whilst furiously masturbating. Matilda tenderly stroked his testicles. He came on carpet.
A Different Scene
The night air blew in gently from a gap in the partially opened window. The images on the television neither excited nor warranted much interest from either Jack or Matilda. The orgasmic sighs and grunts caused the speakers on the television to hiss and distort into some kind of abstract cacophony.
'This is a prime example of how un-sexy well made pornography is, said Matilda.
'There is no emotion. No control. It is fake. They are prostitutes, replied Jack.
A Scene in which Matilda cuts her leg whilst Jack Masturbates
'The couple were stuck in a loveless marriage. There was no passion. Just the senseless acts of everyday trivialities. Wake up. Work. Eat. Fuck. Sleep. Life is seventy years of sleep and then you sleep for ever. People try and change it but it becomes a failed revolution. We are creatures of habit. We know and learn nothing.
Matilda made a rough incision on her pretty porcelain skin with the sharp end of a coat hanger.
"Everyday is the same, yes. Every day is the same. Same today, same tomorrow, same yesterday, same in a week, month and year...decades too. All the same".
The sanguine river snaked quickly down her thigh. Jack wanted to lap it up like a dog drinking cool water on a hot summer day.
"I shan't cut any deeper. I like to wear dresses in the summer. Our friends will suspect", said Matilda.
She proceeded to clean up the blood with a tissue and carefully dabbed the wound. It would not scar.
Jack rubbed himself. He shivered in delight as he felt blood rushing into his penis and imagined Matilda's bloody cut as a menstruating vagina.
"Tell me something you have never told me before", Jack asked.
Matilda smiled. She thought long and hard.
"I don't really love you. If I were to believe in love my heart would explode".
"I could love you for ever", replied Jack, disheartened.
"Fuck for ever".
Finale/Collapse
- You bore me to distraction. You treat me like a piece of meat. I am meat but too rich for your palette. I want to vomit on your cock. It is over. I no longer wish to be with you. My eyes can no longer gaze upon your stupid face. I am leaving you and never coming back.
After Matilda left, Jack cut his wrists and masturbated until he came blood. The lights went out and he rotted on the bed.
