Friday 22 February 2013

The Gold Digger

'I'll stop feeding you your pills' said Anya, 'if you stop tongueing my arsehole.'
Ninety year old Jack, sprawled on his hands and knees - well - one hand, the other was contorted back as best his frail body could achieve, wanking his penis in a meager attempt to bring it to life, poked his tongue in and out of the absurdly more youthful anus of his gold-digging significant other.
'No more' he groaned.
'More' she snapped back, thumping his chin as she frigged herself also.
He stopped thrusting his tongue; his parkinson's was doing that for him anyway.  His knees were going to give way soon, he shouldn't be bent over like this at his age.
'You just want my money' he groaned inaudibly into her crack.  Anya laughed.  She was twenty-seven.  Attractive men her own age and younger wanted her; she turned heads on every street.  It was about more than money; she wanted something a lot more unusual, and she was getting it.
Jack screwed his face up and began to cry.  His tears trickled down his withered cheeks and mingled with the shit and saliva that was drooling from his gums, hitting the carpeted floor beneath him.
'My wife' he wailed.
He pictured himself, just seven years before, cuddling his wife Rose on their big bed, the soft, comforting glow of Emmerdale shining back at them from their little television.  She snuggled under his arm as they could feel, without looking, each others' warm smiles caress their cheeks.
Dead now.
Here he was, hunched over on all fours, naked and bereft of the quiet dignity he held himself with in his formative years; his fat, wrinkled belly brushing the carpet as he jerked and cried at the hind quarters of someone he did not love.  The last person who would look grimly down at his crumbling form as his sorrowful eyes glaze over and he breathed his last.  Who would then walk out of the front door, unfeeling, and get on with her day.
He knew this, and he knew he would never be able to change it.
Anya groaned.  'Oh yes, fucking yes you dirty cunt' she cried, leaning forward.  The job was done.  Jack, unprepared for her sudden movement, fell forward and slumped face-first onto the rough floor, biting his tongue.  He wouldn't be able to move for a while and she wasn't going to help him.
Tomorrow would be the same.

Thursday 14 February 2013

The Life and Loves of Jet Tea: Table of Contents.

  1. Tara
  2. Maurice and Hayden
  3. A Wizard on Cowley Road
  4. A Little More About Jet Tea
  5. Gemma
  6. Jet Tea is Let Down
  7. Jet Tea Buys CDs
  8. A Special Delivery
  9. The Five Pence Carrier Bag
  10. Jo 'The Hat' Who Has a Boyfriend
  11. Jessica The Vegan
  12. Jet Tea Fucks Up
  13. The Mental Girl
  14. Craig
  15. Alice
  16. Niall
  17. Reality Steps Aside
  18. A Reflection on Events
  19. The Triumph of Jet Tea
  20. The Departure