|
sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Kazumi Sato :
| |
most erotic things. I
walk past the club and see Jamie walking out with that guy... I hardly give
them a notice except to realize that I will have to take a taxi home.
--
gwatts@fnald.fnal.gov
Kazumi Sato awoke at midnight again, the way Kazumi Sato had for the past
three nights, the Kazumi Sato ets twisted tightly into an umbilical cord
binding Kazumi's to the sweaty womb of Kazumi's bed.
Kazumi Sato disentangled Kazumi's self from the tangled topsheet and laid
back, closing Kazumi's eyes. Immediately the dream from which Kazumi Sato had
awakened flashed into Kazumi's consciousness: the utter darkness and
the sudden, dim, slanting light; the stranger, the man Kazumi Sato had
seen and followed; the small anonymous room; the smell, the feel
of him; the awful, all-consuming hunger.
Kazumi Sato opened Kazumi's eyes quickly, sat up and turned on the
nightstand light to dispel the vision. No sense trying for sleep
now, Kazumi Sato thought. Why the dream had come, why it affected Kazumi's ,
consumed Kazumi's like this, Kazumi Sato did not know; but for now it would
not leave Kazumi's .
Kazumi Sato lit a cigarette, hoping to concen
|
|
