Wandering the Desert of Mind
Wind blows sand across the desert. Sun bakes the ground. Turn in any direction. Emptiness covers the horizon. Any creature with sense wouldn't be traveling through this wasteland.
A lone man walking up a sand dune. Must have never heard of this advice.
Looking at this figure one notices something strange. Hands tied behind his back. Would be a good guess. Or that a shroud covered body being dragged by a rope wrapped around his neck could spark curiosity.
His foot hit soft sand causing him to land face first into the sand. Spitting sand from his mouth one would wonder how one got into this predicament. Our subject happens to be past the point of how. Now the point of wandering through his memories as his legs carry him through this desert occupies his attention. Joining this trip down memory lane could answer our questions.
Warning some will make sense, other will not. Like all trips, this has no chronological order. Currently the one playing inside his skull makes no sense.
On a hill top view of a town covering the scenery. This view can't be seen by the blind folded girl.
His hand brushes a red object against her left bare shoulder. Stroking her neck follows. Sliding under her chin to her mouth. Her teeth snapped at the object. He pulled it away quickly.
Stopping at the tip of her nose. Moving to her right cheek. Slowly stroking it. Tracing her lips came next.
Her tongue touched it. Snapping at it. Her teeth sunk into the soft meat. Pleasure appeared on her face as the sweet juice oozed down her throat.
"Strawberry!" she cheered.
He pushed her backwards. Leaned over her. Her left hand reached out and touched his right cheek.
After lip contact, she said, "Lips don't count."
"Wanted to know if lips are sweeter than strawberries," came the reply.
"Well?"
"The judge hasn't decided yet. Maybe sleeping with the judge could hurry the decision."
She removed the red blindfold. Studying the face of the man leaning above her.
"Not giving up. Are you?"
"With you...no," sliding to her left side.
She leaned above him. Kissed his forehead.
"Not until my ready," laying her head on his chest.
"Ok, won't force you," stroking her red hair.
"Knew I loved you for a reason."
"Fine, can't satisfy my sexual hungry," sitting up, "but let's satisfy my physical hungry."
Her fingers tapped against the red and white checkered picnic blanket as he dug through picnic basket.
"What is it with food and sex?"
"That is the only two joys we men have."
"Cars?"
"Mechanical ineptitude denies me that joy."
Her chin rested on his right shoulder as he continued digging.
"Found it," he exclaimed grabbing the zip-loc bag.
Opening the bag. Taking a deep breath of the fragrance. Torn into the bread with his teeth.
Chewing, he remarked, "Peanut butter. Interesting things can be done with peanut butter."
"Thought you were going to wait," staring at him.
"One can dream," staring back, "can't I."
"True," kissing his lips.
Her tongue licked her lips
"Now I have a question needing an answer."
"What would that be?" he asked.
"Do you taste better then peanut butter?"
"It is better on the eyes."
"True, you're not fatting on the hips."
Inching close to her. Noses touching.
"We can always prove that theory."
Lips connected, "Won't give up, will you?"
Smiling, he said, "Seeing if you're paying attention."
"Ain't it a loving day," still staring at him.
"Not as loving as you."
"Still buttering me up."
"No, just commenting, besides buttering you will have to wait."
Puzzlement sketched across her face. Grabbing the chance, he kissed her. She landed on her back with their lips still locked.
His lips went under her chin. Down the neck. Her tube top allowed him on her bare shoulder.
When he skipped her chest to her stomach, she reassured herself that kissing doesn't equal to doing sex.
The breeze brushed strands of her hair into her face. After swiping the strands away, she noticed kissing stopped. Cranking her head up, saw that his attention was somewhere else. Following his graze to a black dot in the middle of town back ground scene. It grew until a black mass blocked out the town. The wind grew volatile as the mass grew.
Getting up, their picnic supplies blew away. The wind roared in their ears making it hard to hear each other.
He pushed her towards a thick wide tree. Taking his belt tied her to the tree. Something smacked the back of his head. After hitting the ground, he began sliding towards the black mass.
"David!" yelling above the wind.
"Allison!" escaped from his lips before all went black.
"Allison," mumbled the man on the sand.
His eyes opened. Rising until his knees held him up. Studying his surrounding. He wasn't on a hilltop with a strange girl. No, the wasteland was his location.
He knew there was a continuing part to that dream, but for now he continued in the direction he chose.