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Date With A Cannibal

This was sent to me by a friend of mine, and I thought I'd share it with you: It had been a bad day, and a Monday, after all.

This was sent to me by a friend of mine, and I thought I'd share it with you:

It had been a bad day, and a Monday, after all. Things had definitely gone better this last weekend, when I met, and got to know a new and rather special friend, Mindy. So all day, I did nothing but think about her. My work reflected it. Twice, I rang up the orders wrong, and had to get the supervisor to override my error. He probably thinks I’m an idiot. Oh, well, I didn’t plan for a career at Subway anyway. Mindy was coming over that night, and she said she was bringing the entertainment. My VCR hadn’t been used for a while, so I plugged it in and grabbed a tape to check it out. A rental tape of Braveheart, that I never got around to returning, played just fine, so I was ready. (Guess I can’t go back to that video store again).

I went to check myself out in the mirror before Mindy got there. Yeah, OK I guess. Then I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and sat down in front of the TV. Channel by channel, I surfed through, and it was the same old shit. Shows about sharks, and Scooby Doo, and natives from some place I’ve never heard of. After about 20 minutes, Mindy arrived, and I flipped off the TV, to answer the door. She had pizza, more beer, and a WalMart bag. Great! I thought. She is really on the ball. After munching down on some pizza, and polishing off a couple of beers, I grabbed the bag and reached in the get the movie. But there wasn’t a movie in the bag. It was a glass jar with some “stuff” inside. “What’s THIS stuff?” I asked her. And I must have had a puzzled look an my face, because with a sly smile, Mindy said “It’s mushrooms, that’s our entertainment” she said.

Now I was I little confused. “Ever done shrooms?” she asked. “Well, a couple of times” I said. (I didn’t want her to think I was druggie or something, I’ve kind of learned by experience, that turns chicks off). “Well you’ll really like these” she said, pulling a small bag from the jar, “They are from Russia. I have a cousin there”. I hadn’t planned on anything like this today, but hey, it was a shitty day, why not? With obvious experience, Mindy put the minced contents of the bag into two cups, and before long had hot cups of tea ready to go. While she was in the kitchen, I put on some Lenny Kravitz, and set up a couple other CDs to play, and kicked off my shoes. We sipped the tea at first, until it cooled enough to take some long drinks. We talked about our day at work, and our bosses and the conversation led to the mushrooms, and pot and whether we had done acid, and well, all kinds of things. As the minutes went by, the conversation sort of drifted off, replaced by the music.

After about 15 minutes, I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded, and at first I thought it was just the beer. But a moment later, I was definitely feeling something else. At first, I noticed that Mindy was VERY attractive, and her eyes were somehow much softer now. She was smiling, and the music was starting to swirl around her like she was underwater. Time was starting to blend together to me. After what seemed like a few minutes, she said I had a halo that moved with the music, and said “Look, right here!” and reached out for it. She giggled, and put her arms around me. Out of the blue we were kissing, and now the music was inside of us blasting outward. For a few seconds, I felt like are bodies were physically joined by our kiss, with colors pulsating inside our bodies exchanging hues and tints through our mouths. The kiss ended sometime, but I was losing track of events starting and stopping. Mindy was leaning back comfortably on the couch with her eyes closed, and sometime she had removed all of her clothes. I couldn’t help but stare at her body, for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, she jumped up! Her breasts became her eyes, and her navel was now her mouth. She no longer had a face.

I was starting to get more than a little freaked, and then I heard Mindy speak to me though her navel. To my amazement, I could no longer make out the words. It was a sound that was small and far away, but the sound was BLUE, like the ocean. The next thing I am aware of is that I am laying naked on the floor, I cannot move, and the sound from the stereo is filling up the floor very quickly. I noticed that Mindy was dancing to the music, with her hands covering her breasts which were now her eyes. When she turned around, her naval was now huge! And had teeth resembling that of a shark. Suddenly it occurred to me that she was a cannibal, and was going to eat me! I tried to scream but my lips were sewn shut! The sound from the stereo had filled up the floor, like water, covered my body, and went all the way up to the ceiling. Under the sound, everything moved very slowly, which made the terror even worse.

I was very afraid, especially of Mindy, and she came over to me. She reached out and was touching me all over. Her touch felt cold and clammy like a toad. The words she said sounded different now, and were like a rough, dark, echoed whisper. She was saying something about my body, but I couldn’t make out all the words. I knew she was going to devour me like a cannibal, and I couldn’t MOVE! Suddenly she pounced on top of me and her huge naval mouth was lunging over me. Closer and further away, over and over and over. Those teeth! Her sounds were deep, whispered sounds that absolutely terrorized me. My heart was racing as I felt for sure I was going to die. All at once, I felt the music and the colors and the terror culminate in the center of my body. The music faded, far, far away, and the sound that filled up the room dissipated with a slight pink glow. There was a soft roaring noise in my head somewhere.

The next thing I know, Mindy is laying on my naked body, but not moving. Everything seems very still, except for the sound of her breathing. After about 5 minutes of collecting myself, I am reassured when I can move my hands and arms. It is morning. I realize that we have had sex on the floor, and I can’t seem to gather when or how. As I laid there reflecting on the whole experience, Mindy woke up. She smiled, and we check if the other was alright. Yes, we were both OK. We got dressed, and she got ready to go home. But as she left she said, “What are you doing this weekend?” “Nothing”, I said. “Want to come over?”

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