Eloise - Under my skin
Part One of Two: Erotica based on a true story
When she left, with the rent in her pocket, she brushed her fingertips over my cheek.
I must admit to having a fondness for this story. It’s not published anywhere else, so this is an exclusive to Juniper Berries.
My partner has had a somewhat colourful history, and this story is loosely based on something that happened to him. Some people tell me I write the male POV convincingly. Let’s see… Part one sets the scene. Part two will be explicit.
I open the door and Duke is standing there, eyes fierce, mouth drawn. Before I even utter a word his fist lands on my left jaw. I stumble backwards and he takes a step forward, swinging his other hand at my nose.
Thwack.
I am down on the floor, I can taste the blood rising in my nostrils and feel slightly dazed. But yeah, I suppose I deserve it. I attempt to move, but fall back and lay still.
“Bloody woman” — I mutter and think about when I first met Eloise.
A few months earlier
I used to drink with Duke now and then in the Fox. When I needed a place to stay he suggested I have one of the rooms in the house he rented out. Good price too. I moved in with my guitar, ghetto blaster and one suitcase, went straight out and got drunk.
When I returned reality kicked in, and I realised I had nothing to sleep on. Feeling a bit like a lost tiger I pissed in each corner of the room — marking my territory — and passed out on the floor.
The next morning I was aching like hell but Jesus was looking down on me. I walked up the road to the corner shop and there on the pavement, outside the Chinese takeaway, was a mattress. Looked like new. I was just wondering what to do when Chang came out carrying the base.
“Hey mate, you chucking this out,” I queried hopefully.
“Yeah, you want it,” He replied.
Ah, god is good.
“That would be great, don’t suppose you could give me a hand?”
Next day I found a table and two chairs in the charity shop and I was all set.
Eloise appeared when Duke came round at the end of the month to collect the rent. She tottered across the bare boards in high heels, a sheer glittery blouse and tight mini skirt. Aged about 28 she was a good 5 years older than me. She had it all going on, in an upmarket tart, kind of way. Any guy could take in an eyeful. But it was clear that she belonged to Duke, a big fucker with hands like two lumps of raw steak.
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