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Mira Dancy, Motel Lazarus, 2015<\/p>\n Mira Dancy, Motel Lazarus, 2015<\/p>\n
NSFW: Sleek exclusively serialises Badlands Unlimited\u2019s newest erotic novel \u2013\u00a0Cara Benedetto\u2019s \u201cBurning Blue\u201d \u2013 in its entirety after selecting an excerpt for our current issue<\/a>. We\u2019ll publish a new part online every week accompanied by Mira Dancy\u2019s paintings. \u201cBurning Blue\u201d belongs to the Badlands\u2019 \u201cNew Lovers\u201d series devoted to publishing\u00a0all-female-penned works of erotica that explore the complexities bedevilling contemporary life, culture, and art today.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Part One: Blood Let III<\/strong><\/p>\n One by one Josey extinguished the blue pool lights. She was nude save a white hip-strung apron. Her hair was swept up in a high ponytail. She stood coolly facing Trish.<\/p>\n It was dusk. The light was a deep purple playing off silvery forest skins. Trish sat fully clothed in a lawn chair, staring at Josey\u2019s golden toned breasts. They both inhaled lightly as they anticipated the play about to unfold.<\/p>\n \u201cCan I get you a drink, sir?\u201d Josey asked politely.<\/p>\n Trish responded in a light southern accent, \u201cSure, honey. I\u2019ll take a bourbon on the rocks and some of your pretty pussy.\u201d<\/p>\n Josey walked past Trish and into the house. Trish kept her eyes on Josey\u2019s long legs and tight ass. Her loose ponytail gently bobbed. Trish wanted to pull it. Her mouth watered. Her nerves felt sharp.<\/p>\n Appearing moments later with a tumbler of bourbon on ice, set on a sleek red tray, Josey approached. Taking her time, she dipped her big toe into the pool. The drink spilled onto Josey\u2019s bare stomach. She dipped her finger into the drop and smoothed it along her breast, up to her bottom lip. Trish watched without moving. Silence became their lust-filled contract.<\/p>\n Josey\u2019s hand returned to the glass, dowsing a few fingertips into the gold syrup. The hand that she was moving along her hip and thighs disappeared beneath the front of her apron.<\/p>\n Trish had no view. Her nerves bristled.<\/p>\n Josey looked directly at Trish. \u201cMay I touch myself, please?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, you may.\u201d<\/p>\n Josey balanced the tray with one hand while the other stroked her pussy. Born of a seashell, Josey\u2019s posture took on contrapposto<\/em>. Her head leaned back, hips swaying gently, eyes closed.<\/p>\n The women listened to the subtle sounds of Josey\u2019s wet finger-play mimicking the lather of the pool and succulent moisture of the forest. Trish barely breathed as Josey\u2019s sounds became louder. As she fingered herself, her brow began to furrow; her muscles took on a new tension. The drink slid to one side, the tray began to dip.<\/p>\n Just before the drink fell from the tray and the sun behind tree line, Trish, like a perfect gentleman, rescued the glass and set it on concrete. She stayed bent before Josey, inhaling the woman\u2019s lilac scent.<\/p>\n Under Josey\u2019s erotic spell, Trish closed her eyes and stopped her internal monologue. She stopped editing. She relaxed her trained senses and allowed Josey to take control. She no longer cared how things would look to other people and she no longer wanted to control how Josey saw her. She had to let go someday, and in that moment, kneeling before Venus in an apron, it seemed like a perfect opportunity to do so.<\/p>\n Trish watched the apron\u2019s cool white surface ruffle up in flashes of red and pink just inches from her face. Her breasts were swollen. She felt a growing need to touch Josey\u2019s trembling thighs. Her mouth skimmed the inside of a leg. Josey tasted warm and salty. Trish\u2019s lips became a snake that lived in Josey\u2019s pores. She would eat the entire leg in one gulp, first skinning the surface with her saliva. She bit in and closed her eyes, feeling the older woman\u2019s quakes and shivers through her own lips.<\/p>\n Trish lifted the apron and found Josey\u2019s swollen clit. Her tongue sucked in ocean-rhythm, fighting for space among Josey\u2019s slippery fingers. Trish felt a hand grab the back of her head and she moaned inside of Josey\u2019s hunger.<\/p>\n Trish succumbed and let Venus tell her what to do. Her mouth responded to the writhing movements. Her palms grabbed at Josey\u2019s plump ass, pulling her deeper into her mouth. Trish couldn\u2019t control anything anymore. She spanked Josey\u2019s ass hard as she pushed her tongue and teeth as deep as possible. She gave in to it all. Trish wanted nothing more than to give everything she was and could be to this woman, this goddess at the tip of her tongue.<\/p>\n With the sun and drink and Venus in arms, Trish quit her job.<\/p>\n She hadn\u2019t known much about what she wanted until she gave in to giving. It felt great. She was excited to begin this new life that included Josey, but for the first time Trish didn\u2019t know what to expect. Trish had had some young lovers, a few flings here and there, but nothing in comparison to how she felt when she was with Josey.<\/p>\n The sight of Josey, and the ease and laughter they shared, led her into new emotional territory. It wasn\u2019t that she trusted Josey, it was that she had no way to not trust her; she was defenseless. It was a double bind of sorts, and this is what Trish imagined love to be. She couldn\u2019t stand the thought of not being near Josey. She felt happy and safe when they were together.<\/p>\n And it was together that they shared a lust for life. They talked about everything: art, film, music, poetry, death. And sex. They spoke, ate, drank, and slept sex. Together they constructed a new body language that only they knew, and it revolved around their most intimate spaces. Trish felt confident about their relationship because there was no reason not to.<\/p>\n Trish knew that Josey was going through some things that were hard for her to understand. She also knew that Josey was married, and an artist, with a whole other life in New York. She felt she had no right to expect promises or commitments, but at the same time couldn\u2019t help but dream of a home with Josey in it. She hoped that Josey would eventually open up to her about her life in New York. She had no choice but to hope, because otherwise she knew she\u2019d lose Josey. It seemed that just when Trish began to have an awareness of this fact, their love began to slip like a stone across the lake.<\/p>\n *<\/strong><\/p>\n About two weeks after she moved in, Trish felt a change in temperature. Fall was edging in and Josey had become abnormally quiet. Trish noticed that Josey was spending a lot of time in the bathroom. At first she thought it was the regular ritual night bleedings, until she realized that Josey had begun making drawings in the tub. Trish figured she missed her art. She casually brought up the question one night over dinner.<\/p>\n Josey stared squarely into Trish\u2019s face. \u201cI\u2019m glad you brought this up.\u201d She said it like a challenge. \u201cI\u2019ve been meaning to talk to you about something\u2026I was offered a show at MoMA in New York\u2026 my paintings are selling okay but I need to do a museum show to get to the next level.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s great! Congratulations.\u201d \u201cYes, but don\u2019t worry; you can stay here as long as you like. Ryan said it wa Josey stopped speaking and looked out the window. \u201cThe truth is, Trish, I\u2019ve painted a lot longer than I\u2019ve known you, or anyone\u2026 and you\u2019re so young\u2026you can\u2019t know\u2026\u201d She trailed off, her eyes becoming dry and hard. \u201cI need to do this, for my work, for me. I still want you in my life\u2026\u201d She trailed off again, this time to absolutely nowhere.<\/p>\n Josey looked across the table at her wounded lover. Trish\u2019s high cheekbones fell. Crushed, her eyes sank deep into her skull, narrowed. Venom filled her throat. Trish looked ready to spit. Her whole body caved in at the older woman\u2019s terrible words. It was all Josey could do not to take it all back, because she knew better than anyone that once hurt had set its building blocks it was impossible to undo the damage.<\/p>\n Trish stood up from the table. Her body shifted stiffly. Everything that was once soft had been replaced with stone. Trish returned to pain. \u201cSo that\u2019s it. You\u2019re leaving. Tomorrow.\u201d Silence, and then looking up with a dense glare, \u201cJosey. You are selfish,\u201d Trish took a deep breath, \u201cand until now I had given you the benefit of the doubt, because you\u2019re going through a hard time with whatever-the-fuck other life you have been ignoring for months now.<\/p>\n \u201cYou clearly have been on more of a vacation than I realized. You are vacant to yourself.\u201d Trish heard her own voice getting louder, with an anger that she didn\u2019t even recognize. \u201cYou can throw me away, but it will only lead to more of the same. I may be younger and dumber, but I allowed you to change me and now to hurt me. You put on a good show, Jose. I had no idea you were such a coward.\u201d Without a last look, Trish strode out the door, straddled her Vespa, and took off.<\/p>\n Josey was on autopilot. She had things to do. She had to shut off. Feelings would not help her now. She had to focus. She had to stretch a new canvas. A new life.<\/p>\n She figured Trish would be upset but hadn\u2019t thought she\u2019d be volatile.<\/p>\n She laid out the facts\u2014they\u2019d only been sleeping together a couple of months and Trish was so young, with her whole life ahead of her, how could she expect anything or even want anything serious<\/em>? Josey took a deep breath and got in the tub. She felt empty and let pain move her inside-out.<\/p>\n Josey was bloodless that night. She had to make her own marks. Gripping a razor she sliced two long lines across her right thigh. As she watched the blood seep into the hot bath water, Josey felt nothing.<\/p>\n Josey woke up an hour later to the sound of crying. For a quiet moment she didn\u2019t know where she was, thought she was in her bathtub in Brooklyn, and that the sounds were from the apartment next door. It took a full second to realize that she was in a cabin and that she had broken a beautiful woman\u2019s heart that night.<\/p>\n But who was crying? Had Trish come back? <\/em>It wasn\u2019t until she looked in the bathroom mirror at a puffy wet face that she realized it was her own muffled voice that woke her. Sobs in a drowning sleep.<\/p>\n Where are you? I\u2019m sorry.<\/em><\/p>\n *<\/strong><\/p>\n Trish knew how to deal. She went to the nearest bar and found a half-drunk half-dead man. She dragged the zombie out back. He was almost handsome, and hungry for flesh. His breath stank of gin as he raked her neck with his bleeding gums. His rotting spine barely kept him upright. She undid his zipper. His cock was surprisingly youthful, plump and ready.<\/p>\n She turned around and directed his fifth limb between her ass cheeks. She impaled herself on his appetite. She held on to the chain link fence as he ripped her in two.<\/p>\n She and the dead man became puppets for the life they consumed but had never had. They held one another in death\u2019s grip, because disappointment was also something to feel.<\/p>\n He spit violently onto her back and rubbed her neck with a slick hand. He held her in a chokehold. Her breath staggered. She felt herself become purple and red as he fucked her. She liked it rough. She wanted it rougher.<\/p>\n Denying her death, he pulled out and rubbed his cock against her wet thighs. She was soaked. He fell to his knees to drink from her. She let it out. A black bile filled his lungs. She squirted rage into his gaping zombie hole. He drank hate like a gentleman sips lemonade. They were strangers and they were each alone as they came.<\/p>\n Trish may have heard the muffled buzz that announced a new text message, but she didn\u2019t stop to check. She never thought twice about going back. She would kill Josey, and the love they shared, that night.<\/p>\n And just like that Trish returned to porn.<\/p>\n The fourth instalment follows next week..<\/strong><\/p>\n Read the second instalment hier<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n You can order Cara Benedetto\u2019s “Burning Blue” as an e-book on Amazon<\/a> oder iTunes<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n![\"8-2014-Buried-Images\"](\"https:\/\/www.sleek-mag.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/8-2014-Buried-Images.jpg\")
Mira Dancy, Buried-Images, 2014<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks,\u201d she said coolly, looking away. \u201cI need to go back to New York.\u201d
Trish looked down. \u201cWhen?\u201d
\u201cSoon. Tomorrow.\u201d
\u201cWhat? Tomorrow?\u201d Trish looked away, afraid of what Josey was about to say.<\/p>\n
\ns fine. I need to go deal with things\u2026with my life.\u201d She paused. She breathed. \u201cThis time\u2026\u201d She looked down and began again. \u201cThis time with you has been incredible. I have felt so much with you, a freedom in my body, in my mind\u2014that I\u2019ve never felt before, and it scares me, Trish, because every time I\u2019m with you I feel farther away from myself, or who I think I am. And it\u2019s really confusing, because I know <\/em>myself. I\u2019ve grown used to life\u2019s disappointments, and I know from years of painful experience that love like this doesn\u2019t last, and you\u2019re making me think it can.\u201d<\/p>\n