Free Phoenyx: Flesh & Fire by Morgana Blackrose Page B

much like how I imagined Boris felt when I petted him to sleep on my lap. “Yes, I did. All over you, all over me.”
    And that was that – my dreamy sense of peace blurred into oblivion and I slipped out of all consciousness.
    I woke up gradually on the sofa to find myself lying curled up on it. The smoke had dissipated a little and the music had changed to some kind of twangy soft rock, but I couldn’t see Olivia. I sat up and looked around. Different people were in different positions from what I remembered, though it was still difficult for my blurry eyes to distinguish them and their exotic clothes from the soft furnishings.
    “Lookin’ for Olivia, man?” a voice asked me from a bundle of cushions opposite. I nodded dumbly.
    A hand, holding a smoldering cigarette, waved generally towards a red beaded curtain at the back of the room. “Went through there with Udo and ‘Freda. Hey, you want some of this?”
    I got up, rather unsteadily, and swayed as I felt a rush of blood surge to my head. I wobbled, shot a hand out to steady myself, missed the top of the fireplace and fell against the wall instead. I just leant there, and shook my head.
    “I’ll be okay,” I whispered, feeling my tongue crack and my throat contract. I didn’t like this smoky business, and couldn’t see me getting used to it in the near future. I liked the feelings it produced but not the physical effects – which probably ruled me out of any further parties of this sort at Olivia’s or elsewhere which was a shame, as I was enjoying the rest of the ambience.
    I pushed myself back onto my feet and stumbled through in the direction of the curtain. It was time to summon the energy to ask Olivia to take me back home, so I could sleep properly in my own bed and be there for Boris when he wanted back into the house in the morning.
    I dragged aside the jangling red beads and stepped inside.
    The light in here was paler, more natural, and brighter. There was a bed and some heavy curtains on the window, and lime green wallpaper covered in huge sunflowers. Big framed photographs filled the wall opposite me, black and white pictures of naked men with long, hard penises, and women showing off their gaping slits.
    And then what I saw below this gallery before me actually made me squeal out loud.
    Olivia was on her knees beside the bed, with a tall naked man’s cock deep in her mouth. And underneath her, flat on her back, a younger woman – Alfreda, so I remembered – had her face buried between her thighs. She and Olivia were both totally naked as well, with a big bundle of clothes spread out all over the bed. They looked up at me as I appeared and swayed, staring back at them all, my exhausted and dull mind trying to make sense of the bizarre picture in front of me.
    I wanted to turn around and run, but the sight just held me there, transfixed. I’d never seen anything like it, and suddenly I was fully awake once again, and my throat felt drier than ever before. I couldn’t have said anything even if I had thought of something to say at that moment.
    Olivia stared up at me, big eyes widening, and she gently slid the dripping cock back out of her mouth. It was so long, I thought it must have been half-way down her throat.
    “Phoenyx, darling. Welcome back. Care to join us?” She rubbed the cock in her hand, sliding the skin back and forth, revealing the thick glistening purple end. I stared at that. It looked strange – a bit ugly, really, yet fascinating as well.
    But it was my heart which was in pain.
    “Olivia, I thought I—” A tear started to push at the corner of my eye.
    “What did you think, darling?” She looked confused, about as much as I felt.
    I ran my hand through my hair, feeling hot sweat begin to seep out from my scalp.
    “I don’t know,” I sighed. “Guess I’m new to this. Got a lot to learn.”
    “There’s nothing to learn, darling,” she said, in between running her tongue up and down that pulsing shaft. “I’m