The feeling of pleasure or pleasure and pain Picture this. The stairs are steep. They are beautiful oaky green color. Some would say the color of spinach shits, but I would say the green of leaves at the peak of summer. Once all the leaves are healed and back into place they present this color. These green stairs only bring curiosity and adventure. There is another side of these stairs. One that calls to me and my flesh. Once I trek up these stairs, I may never return as who I once was. Am I okay with that? I’m okay with that. I think. No, I know.

I gather myself and throw the slit in the robe wrapped around me to the side. Showcasing my legs through velvety green fabric. Green seems to be the theme. I never go to things like this but I find myself here. Immersed in the green. My big toe graces the bottom of the stairs like they would a pool. Scared to jump into the adventure but willing enough to tease or taste.

Gathering the courage I put my whole foot onto the stair and then the next foot. Then before I know it I am on the last step of this two flight staircase staring at the paintings on the wall. Would you believe me if I told you the paintings were in fact green? Each painting filled with magnificent willow trees hunching over naked women. Women with their breasts plump and full. Women with pudgy stomachs and unkempt hair. Women laying and basking in the glory of the sun only to be covered by the beautiful willow.

I wonder if under their clothes all the women will look like this. The curiosity brings me from the last step and into the hallway. I can hear them now. I know everyone is here I could see their cars in the driveway when I pulled in. Bentleys, Maseratis, and my Kia soul. That’s what happens when u talk to people outside of you tax bracket. They invite you into areas of life you have never known to exist. You unlock a new category of future memories.

I walk in the dimly lit hallway. With torches hanging on the wall as if it was the dark ages I feel a slight cult vibe. They invited me to their party. Does it matter what kind of party? Not to me it doesn’t. One may consider me lonely. Any excuse to be seen.

The noises from the women grow stronger. I begin to tingle in my legs and my lungs fill with forceful air. I jiggle to knob of the door the sounds flow from and open it.

No eyes look my way. No one gets up to greet me. They just continue on doing one another. Bodies mingle and touch and taste on each others skin. I watch a brunette with wide set hips and beautiful breasts straddle another woman. They grind and merge into one. Feeling what I can only imagine as the meaning of life as they let out loud groans. It must feel so good. My body yearns to know the meaning of life as well.

I step into the middle of the party and plant my feet into the carpet. I drop my robe from my body and let it dangle. Watching it fall to my feet I don’t look up. I continue to look at my bush and believe I should have shaved. A women who I did not see coming. Brushes my vagina with the back of her hand. I look up to see a room of women with their eyes locked on me. They have stopped what they were doing and have slowly started to slink towards me.

Like monkeys swinging from tree to tree they gracefully with balance come towards me. Like sly wolves coming down on their pray they approach me. Like a lioness each individual women in her beauty comes to me. I feel my throat close up and my hands tingle. I cannot say a word. Their hands begin to caress my body.

Touching my back and thighs. Touching my arms and ass cheeks. Touching every part of my body. All 10 of these women have their hands on a part of my body. They want me. They want me? They want me, hungrily. The looks in their eyes show my depiction of lionesses was correct. The are here to consume me and my body.

They lift me and put me to the floor. Spreading my legs wide they take turns licking me. Flattening their tongues on my clitoris. Filling me with their fingers. Kissing my upper lips. Trying to put their hands in my locs. The locs I paid 250 for. I don’t stop to think of how a flash of a knife comes across my eyes.

All I can feel is the sensation of someone finally gasping my body. Digging into me and loving the taste. I can smell the aroma of cinnamon and roses. As it fills my nostrils I twist and turn feeling the pain and pleasure they provide. Pain? I feel pain.

Candy the women who invited me comes up for air. She is only one I recognize as she was the nicest to me. She told me of this party her and her friends have every year. She told me she liked me. She told me I would feel things I have never felt. She was right. I have never felt such beauty between my legs and such pain from my wrists.

Candy goes back down and continues to lick my vagina as the others line up on their knees to lick the red off of my wrists. How I try and move but it feels so pleasant. The pain hurts but feels like pleasure. I am light headed and can feel myself drifting. They chant and lick. Lick and chant. I drift into the abyss.