Friday, 17 July 2015
Fifty Shades of Grey Matter by Naomi Elana Zener
“Mmm,” moaned the woman, her breathy voice undulating with desire. “The sheath hugs those curves akin to how a Herve Leger bandage dress acts like bondage for the hips—tight, barely there, while letting the cambers do all the talking. The deep grooves between the arched lips of the almond emotional core, bursting with base animal instincts: sex, lust, fear, elation, anger, all intricately intertwined to make you sweat. Stiff and hard, the core connector of mind and body embraces the fragility with which one wrong move would render it impotent and flaccid. Straddling it from the top, two peach-sized mounds, taut and tender hold the key to you unleashing new moves."
“Dad, what are you listening to?” Sally asked, peering into the driver side window of her father, Morton's, car that was parked in the driveway. Morton fumbled with the volume dial, embarrassed to have been caught red-handed. Morton closed his window before turning off the ignition. Shoving the door slightly ajar—Sally’s body pressed up against it with the full weight of her twelve years—Morton had no exit route. “I’m telling mom you’re listening to porn.”
“It’s not porn. It’s work.” Sally shook her head. She was so embarrassed for her dad. “I swear it’s not porn!”
“I may not be a doctor like you, but I know what I heard.” She remained unconvinced—she knew porn when she heard it. After all, she was a child of the Internet age.
“Here.” Morton shoved the audiobook’s case at her. “Proof it’s not porn.” Sally fingered the case that read ‘Fifty Shades of Grey Matter.’ Sally’s mouth fell agape.
“It’s a neurology audio textbook I’m listening to for work. Sex sells—even for medicine.”
© 2015. Naomi Elana Zener. All Rights Reserved.