Excerpt from my novel Turbo and Spice
"...Talking about every subject known and unknown to man, sitting on the bed together side by side, sharing each other enhancing their meth bliss, the subject of sexual attraction did come up. They were both the same age, she 37 and he almost 37. Sitting side by side indian style, they held hands. She loved the feel of heat radiating from his body from the meth. Turbo gently leaned over and affectionately kissed Bobby on the neck. Her kiss came straight from her heart, not out of lust, though she was genuinely attracted to him body and soul.
Both of them laid down on the bed, Turbo resting her head on Bobby's chest. Listening to the steady thump of his heart as he tenderly stroked her hair, shoulder, and putting his arm around her, for those precious few minutes, she felt safe and loved. In her heart she knew that as with all of these physical comforts, it was only for a little while. That was alright. It was something she accepted long ago. Friends, lovers, and acquaintances, even family members that were meth users as a general rule were transients.
Yet she took comfort and gave it in return. No matter who you are, most souls took comfort, however temporary, of knowing that they are not alone. "You're a beautiful woman, TJ with an equally beautiful heart. I'll bet you were really something to see when you were a dancer on stage." She had told him of her days as an exotic dancer 5 years ago as well as her massive collection of lingerie, shoes, garter belts, you name it. "You are very sensual. You loved the stage didn't you?," he asked. "Yes I did babe. On stage I got really into the sensual aspects of the lovely lace, and slowly doing dance moves, taking off and putting on frilly garments." She explained how she let her very long mane of dark hair flow at some point during the show, while looking into the eyes of the customers 6 feet away. Since she had seduced her mind by the slow art of strip tease, the light caresses she felt as each article of clothing came off, got her turned on. She would look at the customers with this come hither look in her eyes.
"I'd give anything to have been able to see you dance. Your're so lovely even now, but..." he trailed off. "Bobby you too are very physically and sexually attractive," said Turbo. And she meant it. "I wish I was more.." again he said trailing off. He sounded apologetic. "I love your mind, I love your heart. I love being here with you. Bobby I wouldn't want to change a thing about you," she said. "I'm a gay bottom," he said softly.
Feeling close to him as a friend, as well as thriving on the physical contact and cuddling she rarely got to enjoy, the way she felt at that moment was very intimate. For reasons that cannot be understood by most, in ways their non sexual, yet sensual holding, bonding, and sharing was more intimate than many times she'd shared her body sexually.
Leaning over him and caressing his blood stained arms where the needle had punctured them, she softly caressed the length of his arm with her fingertips very lightly. Nibbing his arm with gental kisses starting at his shoulder and working her way down, she stopped at the place where his violated veins had wept tears of blood, now dried. Tenderly kissing the punctured area, as if to kiss the wounds away, she gently licked away the blood then moved down the length of his forearm with her tongue. She then lightly blew up and down the length of his arm before repeating the same procedure on his other arm.
Getting a pillow and putting it under his arm, she softly asked him to sit up. Doing as she requested, she tied off his arm. Again she slowly licked the lovely buldging vein that would be her target and gently blew on the wet spot. He was shivering and getting goose bumps. Whispering softly to him that she loved him, she took the loaded rig and asked him to take a deep breath. When he exhaled, she quickly stuck her primed vein that looked like a rope. Once she registered blood, she undid his tie and shot him to paradise.
To her that was an act of love. Even if that love was temporary. She lived in the moment. A couple minutes after he got his fix, he proceeded to do the same act of eroticism she had done for him. Then he had given a shot to her. These are things she had never done before, but their mutual ritual was the act of lovemaking, sensuality, and sharing between those two. She had never experienced anything so intense, and so intimate on a different level as that. ..."
"...Talking about every subject known and unknown to man, sitting on the bed together side by side, sharing each other enhancing their meth bliss, the subject of sexual attraction did come up. They were both the same age, she 37 and he almost 37. Sitting side by side indian style, they held hands. She loved the feel of heat radiating from his body from the meth. Turbo gently leaned over and affectionately kissed Bobby on the neck. Her kiss came straight from her heart, not out of lust, though she was genuinely attracted to him body and soul.
Both of them laid down on the bed, Turbo resting her head on Bobby's chest. Listening to the steady thump of his heart as he tenderly stroked her hair, shoulder, and putting his arm around her, for those precious few minutes, she felt safe and loved. In her heart she knew that as with all of these physical comforts, it was only for a little while. That was alright. It was something she accepted long ago. Friends, lovers, and acquaintances, even family members that were meth users as a general rule were transients.
Yet she took comfort and gave it in return. No matter who you are, most souls took comfort, however temporary, of knowing that they are not alone. "You're a beautiful woman, TJ with an equally beautiful heart. I'll bet you were really something to see when you were a dancer on stage." She had told him of her days as an exotic dancer 5 years ago as well as her massive collection of lingerie, shoes, garter belts, you name it. "You are very sensual. You loved the stage didn't you?," he asked. "Yes I did babe. On stage I got really into the sensual aspects of the lovely lace, and slowly doing dance moves, taking off and putting on frilly garments." She explained how she let her very long mane of dark hair flow at some point during the show, while looking into the eyes of the customers 6 feet away. Since she had seduced her mind by the slow art of strip tease, the light caresses she felt as each article of clothing came off, got her turned on. She would look at the customers with this come hither look in her eyes.
"I'd give anything to have been able to see you dance. Your're so lovely even now, but..." he trailed off. "Bobby you too are very physically and sexually attractive," said Turbo. And she meant it. "I wish I was more.." again he said trailing off. He sounded apologetic. "I love your mind, I love your heart. I love being here with you. Bobby I wouldn't want to change a thing about you," she said. "I'm a gay bottom," he said softly.
Feeling close to him as a friend, as well as thriving on the physical contact and cuddling she rarely got to enjoy, the way she felt at that moment was very intimate. For reasons that cannot be understood by most, in ways their non sexual, yet sensual holding, bonding, and sharing was more intimate than many times she'd shared her body sexually.
Leaning over him and caressing his blood stained arms where the needle had punctured them, she softly caressed the length of his arm with her fingertips very lightly. Nibbing his arm with gental kisses starting at his shoulder and working her way down, she stopped at the place where his violated veins had wept tears of blood, now dried. Tenderly kissing the punctured area, as if to kiss the wounds away, she gently licked away the blood then moved down the length of his forearm with her tongue. She then lightly blew up and down the length of his arm before repeating the same procedure on his other arm.
Getting a pillow and putting it under his arm, she softly asked him to sit up. Doing as she requested, she tied off his arm. Again she slowly licked the lovely buldging vein that would be her target and gently blew on the wet spot. He was shivering and getting goose bumps. Whispering softly to him that she loved him, she took the loaded rig and asked him to take a deep breath. When he exhaled, she quickly stuck her primed vein that looked like a rope. Once she registered blood, she undid his tie and shot him to paradise.
To her that was an act of love. Even if that love was temporary. She lived in the moment. A couple minutes after he got his fix, he proceeded to do the same act of eroticism she had done for him. Then he had given a shot to her. These are things she had never done before, but their mutual ritual was the act of lovemaking, sensuality, and sharing between those two. She had never experienced anything so intense, and so intimate on a different level as that. ..."