sex chronicles | lesbian

01 | t o x i c

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"
Intoxicated, it's true,
when I'm with you
"

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Looking out onto the beach, the only true happiness I feel is when the wind pushes me against the water. My feet are cold and wet; I frown. I never liked the open waters nor the vacant space that was never occupied- it was lonely and just as scary as the nights in this town. If I could stay in the city just for one day, I would be the happiest girl ever. Well, except for the school system. I've heard that children are required to go to school and wake up early each morning for it. In my entire life I never once had to go to "school" thankfully.

"Dove," my grandmother calls. "It's getting late; go do your rounds now and come back quickly."

"Yes, late mother Lee." In this village grandmothers were considered our late mothers. If you ever disobeyed the women who gave birth to your birth giver, bad fortune would be upon you.

I run fast and hard, doing my rounds. I take one newspaper at a time and throw them against wooden houses, heaving the clash of the paper against the wind. Currency did not exist in this area and the only reason the newspaper girls did what they had to was to advertise their late grandmothers, so when the time came, they could be the "Savior of Village". My late mother wanted that very title and I was happy for her in my own way.

I got to the last house on the block, throwing the newspaper, but didn't see anyone come out to get it. Usually they heard it right away. I walk up to the house and knock to make sure the person in there was okay; maybe they were at the public showers and I was paranoid.

"Um, hello?" I yell.

I don't hear anything and lean my ear against the door. That was when a faint sound is heard.

"Uh...oh! Uh, oh my god, more!"

"Oh, no, maybe she's in trouble!" I whisper.

I try to open the door but it wouldn't budge. With all my strength I shove my shoulder into it and it falls with a heavy sound. Once I'm in the house, I can see the living room yet it was vacant. I decide to swiftly enter the other room and I see the kitchen.

"Oh! Yes, yes, Marie, just one more time!"

The poor girl was heaving and breathing fast I could tell; she only had so much time before she needed medical attention. I can finally see a closed door and when I open it, I gasp. A women was laying down on the bed, hair a mess, with her legs spreads apart so that her fingers could slide between them easily. On the bed were liquids of some sort that seem to also be slipping through her hands. Under her hands was her-

"Oh, my god! Who are you?!" The women quickly stands up and covers herself with her hands. She looks left and right for what I assume is something to cover herself with.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I-I thought something was wrong!" I close my eyes.

"Just get out!"

"Okay!" I wait outside the room until she is done changing so that I could ask her if something was wrong.

"Ah! What are you still doing here?" She says as she walks out.

"I wanted to make sure everything was okay. Say, what was that liquid?"

"Um, excuse you?" She frowns.

"Well, young ladies aren't suppose to see their 'bottoms', in fact, I've never seen mine. It's considered a lustful sin in this town as you should know. And also, it was quite impressive how those liquids flowed down."

"Okay, girl, you're crazy. By the way, how did you get in my house? I've only moved here like three weeks ago and this place already makes me suicidal." She rolls her eyes.

"Sh! Suicide is also a sin; it's considered murder so they trap your body in the caves until they think your evil spirits have run free," I say

"I'm sorry? Listen, this isn't the Flintstones, kid. We're in the present now with phones and such, so you can let me be and leave!"

"Wait! One more question. What were you doing anyway?"

The girl sighs. "Something you wouldn't want to know."

"Is it toxic?" I ask.

"Toxic?"

"You know, something is considered toxic when it's not allowed in our village."

The annoyed women answered with, "then yes, it is toxic."