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The Cabin in the Snow |
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Gaby and Pierrette: NC-17 |
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Pierrette� Pierrette, Pierrette, Pierrette � the name, it suits her so well. I see her move across the room, gliding from person to person, place to place, swaying her hips to the music in her head; I am repulsed. That woman, the nerve she carries in her small, willowy form is unbelievable; she makes me want to crush her in my hand, slowly and painfully until I hear my name on her lips � a plea for mercy, a benediction. I watch her from this corner of mine, hidden as a white sheep in snow, and yet I know all her movements, all her words, her terribly seductive laugh � it is all for me, everything she does is for me. |
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The others leave, one by one, up to bed. My daughters scream and carouse, playfully mock-fighting as they ascend the stairs; Augustine clucking at them in her fussy way, Mammon hissing at Augustine to leave my girls alone. I sigh, in the way that only I can do, conveying my sympathy to the girls, my understanding of my sister, and my long buried hatred for my mother in one exhale of breath; so tired. Louise and Chanel bicker as always, agreeing to stay the night in this wretched house after Monsieur�s death; no one wants to be alone, not even the whore and the perverted. But Pierrette stays, making no move to follow the others, always on her own. Instead she lights up a cigarette and inhales the addictive smoke in one long drag, then she smiles, looking at me; I can�t help but smile back, I can't help but want her once again. |
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Pierrette approaches, coming dangerously close to me with an arrogat smile ever gracing her lips. I inhale deeply, sharp, as the pain of my bare desire shoots through my lungs. My head falls back, hitting the plus of my throne with a desperate smack � I close my eyes. She knows, oh god she knows the effect she has on me, and I mutter under my breath, �damn you Pierrette, damn you, as she threads her long fingers through my hair; so nice.
My hands, spurred on by the intensity of my conflicting emotions, push her away, hard, then she growls � a beautiful sound so deep in her throat that the guttural remnants of her voice grip me like a vice and quicken my blood. I get up from my royal cushions and stride over to Pierrette, pinning that seductive body against the wall until I feel her breath as gasps upon my face, begging for my touch. I relent, giving Pierrette what she so clearly wants and more, a sudden onslaught of touch and taste and skin until I feel the passion in her pulse; she�s had enough for now. I walk away then, leaving her a heaving mess propped up against the unforgiving wall, and as her knees buckle beneath her a strangled cry of unfulfilled pleasure escapes Pierrette�s beautiful lips, taking the air from my lungs and sucking me dry. |
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�Is that what you want Pierrette?� I ask her while she�s sprawled across the floor and the wall, angry that she�s caused me to feel this way and angrier still that she�s so goddamn beautiful. An unbelievable bitch, that�s what she is really, a disrespectful street-whoring bitch who holds my body in her slightest power. �Fuck you Pierrette� I scream, not caring who hears as I exit the house and light up a cigarette. The taste of tobacco calms my nerves, sending a chill of pleasure down my spine where Pierrette left me longing. Walking aimlessly in the snow I can�t help but wish she had followed, had made me take what I�ve helplessly wanted since the moment my eyes first laid sight on her.
Making my way across our property by the moonlight alone, I see a vague shape in the distance; it takes me a moment to recognize what may prove to be my salvation tonight, Chanel�s cabin. After the fit I threw earlier today about Chanel�s �dreadful perversion� it is rather ironic that once again she will be the one providing a rescue for me, and that I am the one who is now dabbling in Sapphic pleasure, or rather, revisiting it. I know that I reacted so strongly to Chanel because of my shame regarding my past, my inability to accept the part of me that longs for women, has felt them on my body, in my body before, and my behaviour disgusts me � but there is nothing to do about it now; one problem at a time. |
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