Don't Stop

by Lauren Biel

I’m so weirdly fascinated by death, and I love how my collection makes people uncomfortable when they walk into my room. At least I don’t have to worry about someone stealing my shit. No one wants Van Gogh, my earless little squirrel, or Cardi, my stripper mouse on the miniature metal pole. I even have a pair of dog balls in a jar full of formaldehyde. A leather swath sits beside it, rolled up and tied, and various sized bones stick through the slits within. That’s my collection of baculum—the penis bones of different mammals. How fun is that? I’d have a human baculum if humans weren’t one of the rare mammals without a penis bone. It’s called a boner, for fuck’s sake.

The angle isn’t great, but it’s doable. Dalton inches closer and puts his cock up to my vacant opening. He pushes the head of his dick inside me and I gasp. He can’t thrust deep at this angle, but despite that, I feel so full. So alive. Unlike the man in my ass.

I knew Rayna liked dead things, but I never imagined she’d want to have a fucking threesome with one. We’re a match made in hell and even the devil is blushing at what we’ve done.

“I want you to wear him,” she says. The intensity in her eyes burns through me. “Uh, what?” I ask, though I’m kind of afraid to fucking hear what she means. What she said is bad enough. She stretches the skin between both hands. “I want you to fuck me with his dick. Wear his dick skin over your dick skin.” Yup, her explanation is way worse. Way worse. I shake my head. “I’m not wearing another man’s skin, bones.” My voice is the definition of firm, unlike that dick in her hands. She stands up and lowers her jeans to her knees. “Then just stuff it inside me or something. I need to feel it.” I’m unhinged as fuck, and yet she’s disturbing me. That’s a feat. I fucked a heart for her. Fucked a corpse with her. But I have to draw the line somewhere, and it’s here. I won’t wear a man’s skin like fucking Buffalo Bill. She’s elevated the level of fucked up to some uncharted terrain. Somewhere the devil himself refuses to venture into.

I can’t believe I fought this. Even if it destined me to hell in the very next breath, I would shove this flappy dick skin in God’s mouth if it meant I could experience this again. Worth it.