Thy Neighbor's Pussy  

AtomicArtist0 45M
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10/7/2005 12:58 am

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Thy Neighbor's Pussy

Hes a good looking brother who lives down the other block and we look each other in the eye and smile, whenever we can, like good, friendly neighbors. Often, he has a woman with him who follows him around, usually staggering about three paces behind.

She is heavy-lidded, tired looking, with mouth agape and teeth in a haphazard wreck. Her hair is stringy, she has a ruddy complexion...an indicator that acne and fried food had wreaked havok in her teenage years and possibly even well beyond. She staggers when walking, probably always drunk or always loaded on something else. Her eyes occasionally flutter and roll back white like someone coming off the smack. I've never heard her speak, but presume she may have the that low, raspy voice of a lifetime smoker or a heavy boozer, that inarticulate gripe and moan of the down and out, and the wet hacking cough like the poor souls who always sit out in front of the flophouse.

One afternoon on one of my many walks to and from lunch, they were sitting together on their front steps. I was heading toward then uphill at an angle that they remained within view for quite awhile. I couldn't for the life of me remember what he was wearing...I wasn't looking, but she was wearing a long dress, hiked up and with her knees in two different time zones and no underwear. This is one of those images that a guy stores in perminant memory banks...constantly snapping detailed pictures for that photo album of the mind...the same place that stores images of your college room mates tits and the sound of your girlfriend's mom's sexual moans in the middle of the night.

Her labia hung loose and sagged open in a haphazard way, her thighs hid most of her pubic hair but the hood of her clit was visible. This could be the mind photo processing center embellishing details, but I was quite certain that there was a single drop of moisture clinging to a wet curl of pubic hair like a dew drop. Either she had just been to the bathroom and didn't bother to wipe or she had just been fucked hard and was still feeling it.

My sunglasses were on, so I offered myself more than a fleeting glance in order to obtain every detail as I knew my eyes and their focus couldn't be clearly seen.

"Howya doing?" He said.

"Your girlfriend has a nice pussy", I wanted to say " a bit loose, though. She probably takes a deep dicking from you all the time, huh?"

"I'm doing well", I said. "good to see you." I smiled. Why wouldn't I? His girl was offering a view and was either completely unaware, in a stupor, as her eyes roll back or fully aware, didn't give a shit and happy to oblige. She didn't say anything. She never does. She just does that rolling thing with her eyes as her mouth hangs agape as does everything else.

I passed them and headed home for lunch with new images burned into memory and thought about all that goes on in the city, the stories, the life, the death, the drugs, the crime, the voyeuism, the people and relationships,the love, the joy the noises, and everything that we all share living close together in our little corner of the world. We still look each other in the eye and smile like good friendly neighbors.


rm_Cocokins 49F

10/17/2005 1:41 am

Look at you! What's doing? If you fuck like you write..I am in love ! Thanks for letting me find you!


AtomicArtist0 45M
6015 posts
10/17/2005 12:38 pm

cocokins, thanks for checking me out. There is plenty more where that comes from and to answer your question...yes, yes I do many things as passionately and soulful as my writing. A little funny, a little dark and dirty, a little soulful, and a lot creative.


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