Her eyes were closed.
“Hands all over me. Mouths all over me. Voices in my ears and the weight of bodies all around me
“I’m surrounded,” she said.
“My body is shaking and I have goosebumps all over and? all this? sweat!
My sweat? their sweat and I’m thinking, I can’t believe I’m doing this!”
She ran her fluttering fingers down the length of her arms and shuddered.
“Mmmmmm, this is amazing! Everything is so smooth and slippery and hot! So much body heat and passion and desire and spit and dirtiness and…”

Her skin was flushed and she was on the edge of her seat, voiced raised. She seemed to become aware of her heightened emotional state and paused to compose herself. She looked down for a moment as if shame had overcome her.

“They were filling me, I was so… stuffed.”
She lifted her head suddenly, almost proudly, and looked directly into my eyes.
I was overstuffed and I kept saying that. I kept saying ‘I’m sooo stuffed, I’m sooo full!'”

“I see,” was the only reply I could think of.
I had simply asked about her weekend.
She was wearing an incredibly inappropriate ultra low cut mini-dress, stockings and heels. She was dressed in black, with gothic style make up and jet black hair with subtle purple streaks. She had several piercings in her ears, one in her eyebrow, and a small ring in her lower lip. It was also quite obvious both her nipples were pierced. She had three visible tattoos, a biohazard symbol on the side of her neck, and on each of her upper arms were daggers with snakes coiled around them. Above the one one her left arm, the word SEX was inscribed, above the one on her right arm, DEATH.
She leaned forward, arched her back and took a deep breath.

“You see this face?” she asked.
I maintained eye contact with her for several seconds, then diverted my eyes.
When the silence became unbearable she continued.
“I’ve been told I have a blowjob face,” she boasted.

I imagined her nude, with just about every imaginable spot lanced and/or punctured and filled with stainless steel.