Exquisite Corpse

He buried his head in his hands and sobbed. The doctor had just realized what he had done. His wife the mother of his unborn child is dead, strangled to death and now the baby which could’ve been his son or daughter is trapped inside of his/her deceased mother’s body and it was all his fault!

The bastard had pushed her down the stairs and killed her!

Now it is the matter of truly knowing whether she is dead or not. I would have to go and check her pulse.

As her body laid there so still, so silent, I couldn’t help but get a little excited. I had never seen her in this way.

The way the silk ran across her flesh and reflected the moonlight was too much for me to handle, I gasped and sighed and approached her. Was she ready? Was I ready?  After a moment of silence, they both looked at each other and said, “Yeah I hope so, no turning back”. So they proceeded to shave. He hadn’t done anything of that sort in quite a while, so it felt extra pleasurable. He’s almost out of shaving cream so he makes a mental note to stop by the store. But for now, he’s interested in only one getting the condoms he needed because he wanted to be prepared for the party he was going to attend that night. It was the first orgy he’s been too and he was very nervous. I brought condoms just incase I was lucky enough to score. I was really hoping my ex would be their because its her best friends party after all.

As I approached the party, my hands began to feel clammy and my heart began to race a mile per minute.

“ What if he tries to talk to me”. I thought to myself. “ how did I look?,

What would I say? Was I ready to actually finally be one on one with him, I was so nervous I closed my eyes I had to think hard, and then……….. Pow! My mother slapped me right across the face” Ma!, why did you do that ”I told you to think hard Boi not take all day, what did I tell you to do”. At that moment in time I couldn’t remember. Now that she hit me I was even more angry. I was enraged! I could feel my blood pressure rising and the thoughts of smacking her across the room started to fill my head. I guess the anger management classes didn’t work that well after all. I thought to myself why anyone won’t take me seriously. I just want to be respected DAnggit!