Reading: "Sibyl of Doom" from Rituals of the Antithetical (A.Glass 2023).

 

His penis stiffens and then releases, spurting his creamy load deep into Callie’s vagina, as she continues moving her waist around his embedded cock. Raising her head, whilst breathing hard, she looks up at the street around her, as the man slowly withdraws his penis, letting it flop down, noting it covered in both his semen and her juices. He reaches down and lifts his underwear and jeans wrapped around his ankles, as Callie straightens herself, allowing her skirt to drape back down, she pulls up her knickers. Without saying anything, they both walk out onto the main street, Callie walking to the edge of the footpath, hails a cab as the man walks onward into the darkness of the street.

“Thanks Joanne...” Callie says, as she places her handbag down onto the galley bench top, opening the bag she lifts out her purse, taking out with her left hand a single Fifty Dollar note, handing it to the babysitter. “...Were they good?”
“They’re were great, we played Monopoly over and over. Thanks...” Taking the payment from Callie, the young woman places the note into her own purse. “...They had some ice cream. Brushed teeth and went to bed about two hours ago.”
Callie nods with smile. “Good. And there was no phone calls?”
“No, none...” the woman replies, as she lifts up her hand bag and study notes for her University course. “...My boyfriend will be here any moment. I can wait out the front.”
“If you don’t mind,” Callie replies, as she walks to the kitchen sink, lifting a glass from the overhead shelf. Felling the wetness of her recent sexual encounter within the crotch of her underwear.
“That’s fine. I’ll be off now.”
“Thanks again Joanne,”
“Anytime Mrs McClure,” the young woman replies, as she walks to the front door, opening it, making her way out to the street. She closes the door behind her.
Callie looks at her reflection in the kitchen window, sipping from the water. Placing her right hand on her lower abdomen, she closes her eyes.
Turning off the kitchen light, she makes her way up stairs to the bedroom, passing by her children’s room, she quietly opens the door, looking into the room seeing that her son and daughter are fast asleep. Gently closing the door, Callie walks to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She pulls down her skirt, folding it neatly, she slips out of her knickers, lifting them up with her right hand, seeing how coated with semen the gusset has become from the man she just had sex with. Callie places the knickers into the sink running the hot water tap over them, sitting down onto the toilet, after urinating she wipes herself. Flushing the toilet. She looks at her reflection once more in the mirror, she begins to brush her teeth.
Lying in bed, she looks up into the darkness.
“I didn’t even orgasm. Didn’t need too. Just wanted sex tonight.”
Turning her head to the left, eyeing where her husband normally sleeps next to her. Exhaling, she turns to her right side, closing her eyes.
*

Essy Zabel opens her eyes, breathing slowly through her nose.
Sitting up, she thinks of Deborah Kinsman.

“Damn, its cold all of a sudden,” Kinsman remarks, as she steps out onto West 76th Street, checking her phone, she sees a missed call. She quickly places the phone to her right ear.

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Reading:  "Sibyl of Doom" from Rituals of the Antithetical (A.Glass 2023)