Mindfuck. “Pick up the rate,” he yells. The water is heavy, no one is in time, eyes shut against the torrential rain. “Faster.” I’m screaming inside – no, outside. Tears and rain in my eyes, a million curses in my head – this is my fastest, I’m going to get sick, it hurts, you try it, fuck you, fuck. Something bestial tears through my lungs, and we break through the storm.
In time. Surging, together, finally in sync. The ever-welcome call: “Let it ride.” Twenty paddles hit the… Continue
Posted on October 15, 2009 at 9:02pm