I want to play around more. And anyway, when I do meet Mr Right, I’ll probably want him to share me with his friends. Assuming they’re nice friends, of course.
A shard of bone-whiteness on the ground caught my eye and I stooped to pick it up, smiling wryly.
On one side it was like a female giant’s badly manicured fingernail, while the scooped underside was packed with something that was a bit like that oasis stuff you stick flower arrangements into, all pitted and scarred.
Oh, how bloody symbolic, I thought, turning the thing in my hand. I reckon that’s a bit of a dead cuttlefish, the bone they give to parrots. Nice timing, God.
I stuffed the thing into the pocket of my fleece and walked on, mulling over last night’s gig. People liked it. They said it was horny, funny, exciting, wild. The finale to my little performance was me whipping off my mask. That wasn’t in rehearsal, but I’d got so fired up by the cheers and applause that it seemed the right thing to do. The roof nearly lifted off when people realised who I was.
Maybe I’ll strip and strut again; I don’t know. But one thing’s for certain: I’m going to have many more nights of Hot Sex. It’s a winner.
I toyed with the bone in my pocket, fingering its rough, frayed edges as a wicked idea began to blossom in my mind.
Luke, I thought. Now Luke and I are just sex. And never in a million years will the two of us become involved, because what we have is light and frothy and carefree. And Luke, poor Luke, has shyly confessed to being a teensy bit interested in other men, but he isn’t sure because he hasn’t really explored it properly. Not yet.
So maybe I should give him a helping hand. Maybe I should introduce him to a little game I’ve learnt. I’ll be better at it than he is. I know the ropes. And also I know how to play fair.
The wind lashed my hair across a great big grin.
Yes, I thought, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll play a game with Luke. He’ll love it.
I think I’ll call it Cuttlefish.
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