All Risk and No Reward

“This is nice.”

I had to admit it was, her soft pillows with their hard buttons bunched up over my belly like that. And the rivulets of commingled sweat pooling in her cleavage beneath come hither eyes and an all-too-knowing smile. Well, that was kinda nice too. I loved that she wanted to try.

If only I could feel something stirring.

She squirmed against me in the narrow near dark of the cupboard. Her flannel shirt was undone, spread open, wife beater hiked up to reveal her aforementioned charms. My own shirt was hanging off the arm closest to the plywood doors that threatened to pop open with every thrub and downbeat. Outside, the party was thumping full throttle. Inside, we were taking a risk. We both had no pants on.

“I need you in me.”

Her bottom lip quivered, just enough to let me know she meant it. She squirmed some more, but neither of us could move nor do much of anything. Perhaps this wasn’t the sexiest idea we’d ever had. I took a deep breath. She winced.

“Sorry!” I squeaked. “Sorry sorry sorry…”

“It’s fine.” She gritted sweetly at me. “It’s fine, my big boy.”

I tried to adjust my breathing, but this only made tears come to her eyes. My girlfriend was no wilting flower, so it wasn’t the pain and discomfort that was getting to her. It was the knowledge that this kinky tryst was clearly not working out. She knew it. I knew it. It was only a matter of who was going to admit it first.

“Gehenna…”

“Don’t call me that!” Her eyes stabbed through me with such heartbreak and longing. “Call me slut. Or whore. Just fucking nail me. Please.”

I cast my gaze about this stuffy box with all the enthusiasm of a wilted fly-fisher on holidays at the fiery lake of hell.

“I’m so sorry.”

God, I sounded so pathetic. Even Gehenna deflated visibly at this point.

“Do you remember our first time?” she said softly, almost to herself.

“I do.”

“You said sorry then.”

I took a breath and added, “Because I was so small.”

She looked up at me. “And I said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make you big enough.’”

We didn’t say anything after that. Really, what was there to add?

My name is Nether. I’m too large, and I have a tiny dick.

 

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019

GUEST POST // rapture party by Tony Single

let’s weave, us fey
toward the hall
mugs to the sky
a divine new day
for his kin all
‘tis it nigh?

dost it matter
whence it fetch up?
twelfth hour soon
teeth a-chatter
fill thy cups
and bless the wounds

raise thine eyes
and give thy kin
some ginger beer
loosen bowties
and drink it in
be of good cheer

more ginger here
for pearly grins
and rosy-faced dolls
the kingdom’s near
let’s drown in sin
slake thy thirsting soul

the shepherd came
among we lambs
all rod and druthers
we cried his name
undamn us damned!
call us true lovers

we sisters be
and grandmas too
aunts, mothers, friends
fiddle-de-dee
all flowers askew
enchant us ‘til night’s end

always forgive
as quick thoust can
lest there’s no ’morrow
too late not to live
hold up thine hands
give him all sorrow

more ginger here
for pearly grins
and rosy-faced dolls
the kingdom’s near
let’s drown in sin
slake thy thirsting soul

 

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015

Very Inspiring Blogger Award. A journey to the basement.

Hey-ho! Wake up, sidekicks! It’s again your restless Unbolt and another award. Well… this time I was nominated by Prakash B. Hegade (Oh, India! Oh, The Beatles Ashram! Oh, the Victory tower in the fort at Chittorgarh! I’ll visit you necessarily!) for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award!

I want to thank you, Prakash! Thank you very much for your nomination! And… the most important thing… you demonstrated to me a beautiful example of kindness and attentiveness for every one of your nominees!

“unbolt – A blog full of very different and unique kind of writings. They speak direct.”

Damn… I don’t know of a compliment that sounds better! OK. Three things that inspired me the most this week…

Followers, likers and commenters on my blog! 

Well, you know, that every award for me is a reason to throw a party and make a little noise. Firstly, my VIP-nominees. It looks like I have a strong intention to nominate you every time, guys! It’s not an obligation for you… just a joy for me.

field of thorns          Cyan Ryan          Tony Single           lordwalt

And… Anthonie! Thank you for your incredible poem! It was a really, really inspiring post!

This time, I decided to find my nominees among the commenters here. So, my party moves to the basement… to the section of comments. Nobody is against this? Nobody is afraid of spider webs and old creaky stairs? Cool! Take your flashlights and let’s have fun! What is hidden down there?

 

Wow! #1 godsend! A Nominee ‘I know your secret’ THE WORLD ACCORDING TO RYLAND

That must be why you look so young. Bathory is clapping her hands somewhere out there.

(Do you remember? You promised me! No one should know!)

Interesting? It’s only the start!

 

#2. A Nominee ‘I got confused a little’ Strings of Soulfulness

I cannot make out whether its a girl name or boy name. I am new to this name. Would prefer TIA (for girl name) TAT (boy name) if you are okay.

LOL… Okay! I’m OK! I love unisex style.

 

#3. A Nominee ‘Flaming dancing heels’ roundWorldnMe

Ouch ! It hurts! Next time I will challenge you for a Salsa. Train well to save you feet then, with my 8 inch pencil heels!

Oops! A spider… I stepped on the spider with my 8 inch pencil heel! Sorry, spider!

 

#4. A Nominee ‘Women’s solidarity’ LISTEN TO THE BABE

haha… beautiful… really love this. bloody idiot. well it’s not his fault really. we never tell them til it’s too late…

Oh, babe, babe… Men, beware!

 

#5. A Nominee ‘Mr Storyteller’ A CUP OF JOE

And I like to call myself Rumpelstiltskin

Mein Gott! Rumpelstiltskin! Who’s shouting here?!

 

#6. A Nominee ‘A new expression’ Study God’s Word

Yoicks!

Really ‘Yoicks!’

 

#7. A Nominee ‘Everyone does it’ Spahr Plops

You’re a little Sherlock! I really didn’t expect you to find out about my secret “hardcore” side haha.

Aha, Michael! Caught Red-Handed!

 

#8. A Nominee ‘Dead can’t overshare’… Oops! Sorry, this blog was deleted. But it’s really one of my favorite comments!

I disagree and telling people you masturbate while typing is oversharing

R.I.P., idiot!

 

#9. A Nominee ‘What a potty mouth’ PROSPERMIND

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#10. A Nominee ‘Shamelessly obvious reasons’ BEHIND THE WHITE COAT

Love this! (For shamelessly obvious reasons)

Damn… be careful! This stair looks shamelessly broken!

 

Rules, rules… How boring… Hey! Where is the light?! Guys, give me a flashlight! I should read the rules for my nominees.

1. Thank the person who nominated you by linking his/her blog and display the award logo.
2. Nominate at least 15 other blogs (more or less). Link their blogs and inform them about the nomination.
3. Mention three things that inspired you the most this week (you can talk about last week’s inspiration too).

Ufff… What? Dawn… The party’s over… We must go home. But the show must go on!

P.S. I want to thank all of my dearest Writers and Readers! Thank you that you spend your precious time reading, liking, commenting… My blog would be dead without you! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! And Merry Christmas again for those who celebrate Christmas after the New year… like your devoted Unbolt. Please, be happy! Be silly and smart, weak and strong, lost and found… be different! But please, please – be happy!

I love you all,
Your Unbolt.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Red-Windowsills

It was nothing serious, really…
Just some drunk kisses on the rave-up.
It was fully absurdly and freely
Two different hues of lipsticks on one cup.

We were peers… OK. I was a bit older.
The same musical tastes and life views.
We both were like a password-protected folder…
OK. She was always losing her clues.

When I entered to the kitchen she was painting a windowsill.
(I’m sure that right here I fucked up with articles and tenses.)
Yes, she was painting with a scarlet nail polish. A tiny quill.
Hellish stink. Hellish color. I swear, it was hell in all senses!

I went… and returned with a bottle of paint remover.
I just thought that red doesn’t fit. I would prefer black.
And she said, “Wow… booze. Cheers, my Rover…”
And she took a sip. Only one huge sip. Only a sip… and without a snack.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014