Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.61.0412241546300.11887@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: theyre back
Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 15:46:39 -0500 (EST)
theyre back doctor leopold konninger and nikuko are on the floor of the theater. theyre naked, theyre always naked. theyre dirty, filthy, rolling around on the boards, slight cuts, abrasions. theyre impossibly drunk, drugged, theres an audience. theyre fucking but not cumming. doctor leopold konningers cock is hard, nikukos labia are swollen. theyre fingering each other, sucking everything in sight, the site, theyre mouths. they spread each others asses for the audience, pure exhibition, perfect theater. you can smell them, anyone can smell them. the dancer comes out then. the dancers also naked or maybe wears a leotard which he tears off. he dances around them, circles in on them, takes them over. hes getting erect, his cock is harder and harder. hes watching them, hes brushing against them. theyre taking over by not taking over. theyre paying no attention, theyre the ground, the foundation, the material substrate of the world, background radiation of the universe. theyre sweaty, slippery, between solid and liquid, their faces flushed, their limbs groping. the dancers over them, they're beneath him, incredibly beneath him, all the way down, the end of the tunnel or funnel. he begins touching himself, hes pirouetting, theyre circular moving. his cock begins to drip, its swollen, hes moving faster and faster, hes shuddering, theyre shuddering beneath him, his feet against them, in between them, around them. his toes enter them, hes dancing furiously, theyre oblivious, theyre in their own world, their mouths wider and wider, sucking, inhaling, eating, drinking, every hole, every limb. hes cumming now, hes cumming on them, he aims his cock down at them, theyre coated in him, they rub the cum in, rub it around them, between them, in their mouths, eyes, holes, the cock of doctor leopold konninger, the cunt of nikuko. the dancer might shudder and halt, he might leave, he might stay to see what happens, he might remain above them, he might move to the side. nikukos cunt is spread wide and open for the audience, she spreads doctor leopold konningers asshole for the audience, she puts some of the dancers cum inside her, doctor leopold konninger licks it out, places some in his asshole. theyre moving faster and faster, the dancer is forgotten, the dancer disappears, theyre bruised, abrasions, then also where the dancer pressed against them, where his feet entered them. theyre feeling nothing and everything, the floors slippery with their skin, with cum, feces, urine, saliva, sweat, theyre the color of earth, color of the floor, hysteric, delirious, theyre out of their minds. the lights go down, theyve cum or not cum, theyve finished or not finished, the smells thick with the audience, they love the dancing, love the dancer, his movement they think was masterful, theyd never seen such good dancing, it was most wonderful dancing, incredible, amazing. theyre wet, theyve cum in their seats, their minds remembering the perfect evening, they leave, doctor leopold konninger and nikuko are swollen, theyre biting each other, theres blood, theres no one around, theyre at it, they continue at it, theyre in the dark, theyre on the other side of the curtain, theyre on the other side of the world, theyre doing it, theyre never stopping, theyre chafed, theyre torn, theyre bleeding, theyre going on. _