Free Ruby and the Stone Age Diet by Martin Millar Page A

fingers till she reaches orgasm. She turns over so I can fuck her from behind. Her vagina is very wet and when I glance down I see that my penis and the inside of her thighs are covered in her blood. After I come she sits up and sperm and blood and vaginal fluid dribble from between her legs and we stick our fingers in the liquid and paint it on each other’s bodies. I paint it round her nipples and she paints it round mine so when we next embrace both of our chests are smeared with a sort of brownish glue.
    We fall asleep for a while and when we wake Cis wants to lie on top of me while I suck her breasts and reach my hands between her legs. She trembles slightly when I do this and digs her nails into my skin. I can smell the stink of our sweat-covered bodies and it is the thickest smell of sex I have ever experienced. As Cis comes I again slide my finger up her anus. ‘Fuck me there,’ she says. Needing lubrication, I smear more of her menstrual blood onto me and mix it with saliva and she rubs some cream on my penis so that it slides easily into her. I fuck her like this from behind and then she turns over, telling me that we can fuck anally from in front as well, which we do, while she stretches her arm around me and inserts her finger in my anus and pushes it in and out fairly violently, and slightly painfully.
    After I come Cis wants me to lick her cunt again. Good. It takes around an hour for her to orgasm and she makes enough noise to wake the whole street. We fall asleep for a long time.
    Next morning our bodies are smeared with every human excretion. On our thighs and genitals, and on the sheets, is a hardening mixture of blood, sweat, semen, saliva, vaginal fluid, penis lubricant, shit, urine and the bright red lipstick Cis bought in the market last week.
    We wash our bodies but the sheet seems beyond help, so after a few days we throw it out.
    Fucking with Cis is wonderful fun.
    ‘Did you like it?’ asks Ruby.
    ‘I certainly did. It sounded terrific. No wonder I miss her.’
    Our toilet is blocked because of all the food Ruby has emptied down it.
    We discover that neither of us has ever cleaned a toilet. We are not keen to start now. Ruby suggests pouring bottles of bleach into the bowl and it so happens that we have lots of spare bleach because I had to buy six bottles to get a free booklet on looking after house plants.
    After a day or so the toilet is clear again and Ruby promises to throw our food only in the bin in future.
    Lovers never return. Stories about people who go out and win back their lovers are all lies.
    Cynthia successfully makes love, and feels less lonely
    Back in London Cynthia wastes no time in trying out the necklace. She disguises herself as a postman in case the werewolf detectives are still watching the old vicarage, and sneaks in to see Paris
.
    He is delighted to see her
.
    Cynthia gives him the necklace. They fuck happily all night
.
    He is not a very good lover but Cynthia shows him how to be a better one. All werewolves are wonderful lovers
.
    When he falls asleep, late on into the morning, Cynthia lies contentedly beside him. Lonely no more, she thinks, and it is a very happy thought
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    Ruby and I move house.
    We grind through the process of sorting out our benefit claims, visiting the Unemployment Office and the Social Security Office. Sitting waiting to be called I worry that some clerk has already shouted out my name and I’ve missed my appointment, even though I know that I haven’t.
    Looking round vacantly at all the noisy and quietpeople sitting there, I wonder what it is that they all do. I am eager to get home in case my potted plant has flowered.
    Our spaceship crashes on a sparsely populated world killing all the crew except me and the robot.
    Outside the world is made up of bleak and empty plains split up by a few canyons where small groups of humanoids cluster amongst black vegetation, eking out their existence under a feeble blue sun.
    The spaceship