She Picks -A Short Story by Ryan A. Loera

She picks her nose. She picks it often. Her favorite day to pick it is Sunday. The Lord’s Day. While most people change into their Sunday best to go to mass… she changes into her Sunday best to pick her nose. She starts off slow and gentle. Sometimes she lights a vanilla scented candle beforehand. She says it adds something extra to the moment. Do not be confused by my description. I assure you I am not using any kind of metaphor when I say she picks her nose. She thoroughly enjoys it. Sex has never been much of a concern to her. Nose picking gives her far more satisfaction. When she picks her nose she gets lost. Lost in time, lost in space, lost in the simple act of picking her nose. She says her soul merges with the entire Universe when she picks. She becomes one with everything. To her it is a divine blessing. She is not a whore or heretic! She is a nose-picker. And she is damn proud of it! All words written by Ryan A. Loera Copyright 2015

An Encounter

As
She
Pinched my
Flesh
I smacked her
Ass
Our bodies writhed
And melded
Her moans
Caught me off
Guard
Her breasts I
Held Them
The smell of lust
And lavender filled
The air around us
The bed under us quaked
And pounded against
The purple painted wall
Sweat from my brow
Dripped onto her pelvic region
She smiled and laughed
Before it ended I felt invincible
For a very brief moment... I was.
That's when she admitted -
She faked it.

Ignorantly

She raped
Herself
She is
Infinite
Timelines
Unfolded
Rapidly
And
Fatefully
The worry she conjured
Faded
So effortless
So
Graceful
Bright platitudes
Melted
Then
Rolled
Off her back
Within the time
It took to
Comprehend ecstacy
She raped herself
Forcefully; ignorantly

Happy or Sad

Reluctantly I tried to make her adore me rather than love me. She slapped me instantaneously and without regret. Two times I told bold faced lies but only because the truth would have freaked her out so intensely and dramatically that there would be no recovery from it. Truly.

And forget about pleauring her to the point of no return. No, she would not approve of such madness. To her pleasure is mostly derived from extended periods of celibacy and finger pointing. I'm not lying here.

On our anniversary I did my best to show her a good time. I made reservations at some fancy pants French restaurant but when we got there they said that I made no such reservation. I spoke to the manager but all he did was furrow his brow and roll his eyes. So, I punched him square in the jaw and tore up his fancy pants suit.

We were escorted out of the place as the manager shouted French insults. My love she looked like she was about to cry but instead she slapped me and jumped on my person. She licked my face and kissed my neck. She seemed very excited.

So we skipped dinner and went straight to dessert. Ha, ha. I'm not a big fan of inunedos but they do serve a purpose. So, after having hot sex in the back of my accord, she said nothing to me. I couldn't tell if she was happy or sad.

I guess she was mainly disappointed because that was the last time I saw her. Really it was. Well... it was the last time she knew I saw her.

Ten years later I spotted her at the local mall. She was holding a crap load of shopping bags and looked very happy. She was also being embraced by some tall muscular guy with a mustache. I stood about four feet behind them; they didn't even know anyone was watching them.

Five minutes passed and some kids ran out of the toy store and towards them. They shouted, "Mommy! Daddy! Look what we got!" I watched them take each other's hand and walk away like the quintessential happy family.

Now, I don't know if I feel happy or sad.

The Loft

I imagine myself
And her
Living in a cozy loft
Somewhere in NYC
Cuddling up on
A well padded mattress
Eating Ramen Noodles
Out of a big bowl
Reciting poetry to
Each other
Laughing hysterically
Because we can't
Believe how long it took
Us to find love and hang on
To it
We live off
The advance I
Received for my
Latest novel
It's not much but
It allows us to
Remain secure
In our
Love nest
For a year or so
Most mornings
We make Love
Until Noon
Then we walk
Through
Central Park
And point out
All the rich
Vibrant colors
Of the leaves
We make out
In the shade
Of
A Willow Oak
Some people stare
But most of them
Smile and move on
We watch and listen
To a homeless violinist
Express
His strife
Via his
Antique
Violin
I drop a $20
In his empty
Coffee cup
And we
Head back
To the
Loft
She strips slowly
Then pushes me
Onto the mattress
Her nude form
Illuminates
My soul
As she lays
To my left
She whispers
"I wish this
Could last forever
And ever."
I kiss her
Neck
And stroke
Her hair
She falls asleep
And I....
Wake
Up

Snow Cone

In the middle of January is when I lost my first original love. She had purchased a snow cone from a street vendor who only charged her a smile. Yes, a smile.

As she licked it she was brought back to a time when she was a child of only five. Her mother did not pay her much attention in those days. But usually because she was too inebriated to stand on her own two feet.

My original love she always thought of this when enjoying a snow cone or any other childhood treat. Sometimes she'd cry out loud if only to hear herself lose control.

Then one morning she finally lost complete and utter control. She mouthed off to the snow cone vendor and threw crushed ice at his face.

Some passerby interpreted this as a crime and phoned the local police. When the police arrived at the scene they saw her foaming at the mouth and felt it necessary to taze her.

Unfortunately, the voltage was just a bit too much for her fragile body to handle. Her brain literally imploded from the high voltage. She was buried next to her Mother.

All this happened in the middle of January. I lost my original love. I lost her when she lost herself.

I am reminded of this whenever I see a woman enjoying a snow cone.

Monster

She is Monstrous
....
Not as
Monstrous
As
Me

Into the Fray

Ooh
She licked
her arms
Up
and
Down
I laughed
sitting
longingly
on a cherry red
Sofa
She hummed
a melody
I whistled
a tune
A box
of orange cream
Popsicles
quietly
Perplexed us
Ooh
We both
devoured
Two
She gasped
She grasped
My manhood
And sang into it
Softly
Ooh
Then I
Dissolved
into the
Fray

Comforter

When I woke up next to her I wanted to figure out why she went to bed with me in the first place. I leaned over her and gently nudged her back. She did not move. I then stroked her neck. She did not move. I whispered something sweet in her ear. She did not respond. I jumped up and stretched my back. The morning sunlight felt good on my face.

I stared at her face for a good long while. The small scar on her right cheek is a scar that I gave her; inadvertently. The other scars were given to her by many other males. Abominable males. I then twitched my ears and proceeded to lick her nose. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled that beautiful smile of her's.

"Good morning, Whiskers!" She spoke then embraced me. I rubbed up against her stomach as she petted my head. She always knew how to make me pur. "Come on, Whiskers! Let's go into the kitchen and get you a saucer of milk!" She hopped into her slippers and skipped away. I obediently followed. Now I recall why I always wake up next to her. It's because we were made for each other.

She comforts me and I comfort her.

Cultivation (Abundance)

Why do I insist on
marveling at your
Elegant beauty
is it fate that tempts me?
Do you not see why
I'd rather lay down
in soiled gutters
than deny my
Infatuation
with You
In You
pain seems all
too frivolous
(my dreams enjoy abundance)
your beauty
has become
my own
Personal recollection
I adore you oh so needlessly
Yet
I can never turn away
From it (ever)
Won't someone please
Tell me
How to diminish
this wave-like
Essence
(wish it were possible)
......
Apathy makes love to me now
The dissonance
Helps cultivate
My character
I am in need of
A new plot
yet
I forgot
how it was
This all
Came
Into
Being

Natalie

A friend of mine who lives in New York has invited me to go visit her sometime next month. She is attending law school over there and I haven't seen her since she left 3 years ago. She is a really warm-hearted and kind person. I really want to just go see her right now but there's plenty of other things I must do first before I can go. Even if my plans fall through I believe I'll just hop in my car and drive up to New York.