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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1022
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[-- $$""b. $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "True Love"
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by, Kreid
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 2/11/00
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[-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
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Chapter One
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Jamie and I were all alone in her apartment, presumably getting
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ready to fuck. We had been doing this, whenever I felt the need, for
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many years. Jamie was a hooker. I was just a guy who couldn't get
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himself a woman in any honorable way. The fact is, I detest most women
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to a degree that renders me incapable of courting them. Regardless of my
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misogynist curse, Jamie and I were very close friends.
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I took off my belt and she looked at me, full of lust. Her eyes
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avoided my face and lingered on my arms. Jamie adores my arms. I took
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my belt in both hands and wrapped it around her calf, using it as a
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tourniquet. After smacking and stroking at the stubborn channels of
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Jamie's ankle, I sunk the needle into a cooperating vein.
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When Jamie feels the prick of the needle, she smiles, but as I
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drive it into her vein, she still feels the pain. I love seeing her in
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pain. "Aah! It hurts," she says. "Be careful."
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"The needle gets dull with age," I say, reassuring her with the
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truth. Of course, by the time these words escape my lips, the pain is
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gone. Jamie watches my hands as I pull the plunger back. The eager
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blood that fills the chamber assures that I've made a direct hit. This
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tiny cloud of blood is the first to mix with the heroin solution before I
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send it all back home into Jamie's ankle.
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She always looks at me at first as if it's not going to be enough.
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It makes me smile to see her like this. Thoughts of love fill my head as
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I pull her needle out and hold the cotton tight against the hole I've
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made in her skin. I massage her ankle, helping the drug make its way
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back to her heart, waiting to hear it as it hits her brain. It happens,
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just as always, just as beautifully.
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"Oh God, oh my God. Oh!" Jamie cries in an understated and
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orgasmic tone, then grabs my face and presses it against hers. It makes
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me crazy, every time she does this. It makes me feel loved. Despite her
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curse, the hatred she feels for her own job, I know Jamie wants me to
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fuck her. I take my time placing the cap back on her syringe and rolling
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the latex condom onto my dick. God, I would do anything to have been
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born in simpler times.
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I push her bare legs apart and we fuck. It is hard and quick. I
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spare her the prolonging of the sex act that ordinary women demand of me.
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Jamie understands the difference between pleasure and suffering. She
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also understands that the next time that I fuck her, it will be something
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completely different, and it will last much longer.
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Or maybe I'll just tell her to suck my dick. The thought of it
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almost sends me reeling with laughter.
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Chapter Two
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For minutes after I come, my eyes penetrate hers. She is content
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and distant. I'm overcome with the urge to join her. So just like
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always, I throw the condom out the window and cook myself a hit, racing
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against the sadness I feel after fucking this woman. Remembering that
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I'm paying cash for my time spent with Jamie, I feel filthy. I detest
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commerce even more than I detest women. I look in Jamie's eyes and
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wonder if I'm just using her. Her eyes don't answer.
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Her eyes make me smile. I can't help it. I feel loved. I'm so
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sure that she loves me, even when she's high. And I love her too. And
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then I cancel it all with a shot that goes straight to my head. Ah.
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I feel like I've lost fifty pounds. Still, I can't stand up, or
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maybe I just don't want to; it's hard to tell. Jamie kisses my wound
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with pressure and without suction. She holds her face on my arm for
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god-knows how long before crawling up my chest and joining me in a kiss.
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She grabs my hand and drags it across her body. When she lets go, I
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continue tracing her figure. Then she uses her hand to massage my body,
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giving special attention to my dick and balls, trying to summon the
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dormant demons contained therein.
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No rest for the wicked. I don't mind so much. As soon as I can
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move again I crawl on top of her and give her what I think she wants.
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Sex feels great on heroin, but it takes an immense amount of effort and
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an impossible amount of concentration. When I finish, I feel a little
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sobered by it. The pleasure is gone, but no matter. The suffering will
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not be back for a long while.
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1022, BY KREID - 02/11/00 ]
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