Away from the old pain, I searched among the saloons on
Front Street for
new. The crowds were rough, but I knew my
way around. I had learned well
how to shove back and get
through. I entered a smoky bar. At the back of
the room, I
saw a face turn to me.
He had that look of one who knew he was desired, but rather
being sought rather than do any seeking on his
own. I felt rather than
saw the callous upturn to the lip
beneath the mustache, the subtle shrug
to the shoulder and
chose him. He thought I was fair game. His arrogance
selfish confidence made him mine.
The distance of the room between us out on that Kansas
prairie was a
distance of worlds. I determined the man who
refused to seek would seek
me, here, now. The whiskey was
rough, but enough to dull any sense
otherwise. It was my turn to seduce....my turn to hurt
someone...and this arrogant ass was in for one wild ride.
"Barkeep. More whiskey."
Another bottle later, I was ready. My reputation was known
among some in
Sweetwater, even as early as 1845. Some knew
my story, some knew my
shame. Most knew what would happen
next. Sensing my time had come they
cleared tables away to
make space. From a hidden place beneath my table
caressed the huge snake and drew him from the basket. As the coiling
snake mesmerized those standing close, I stared into the
eyes of the
stranger. He was moving closer. My clothing
found its way to the floor
and the snake and I danced
lustily. Around my body, moving slowly, the
undulated his way knowingly round my hips, my legs, my breasts.
His darting tongue added to the fear in the crowd, and to
rising in me.
The smooth coiling gave me a fever as it always did....that
passionate movement of skin upon skin. The danger,
the forbidden thing
made me heady. The snake knew. He
caressed me knowing my need.
"I want you" the stranger whispered, and I knew he was
and wanting. I had won him.
Scooping me and the snake into his arms he carried me up
the stairs to
the drunken cries of the crowd.
For hours the snake, the man and I writhed together upon
the old cast
iron bed. Aroused, the man did not notice the
snake coil himself about
us all. As the man moved above me
to take pleasure in giving me his
poison, he screamed. The
snake embedded his mighty fangs into his face
snake's poison flowed.
Come snake...other pain awaits.
Written by R J Fernalld aka WhiteRose
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