Not me, but a friend
A friend of mine once told me of how, one Saturday night, he was enjoying an evening out in the local rock club. He'd been steadily drinking whilst chatting with friends, but was thankfully sober enough to notice a (by all accounts) stunning goth girl giving him the sexy eye. This friend thanks his lucky stars, and walks over to her. Small talk is exchanged, and the two spend the rest of the night drinking and dancing and eventually kissing, whilst his mates look on in envy.

At the end of the night, she asks him if he'd like to come home with her, to which he agrees (his speedy response possibly underlying how eager for a shag he was). So, the two leave together, and soon arrive at her flat. It was about 3am when they get in, and her place was as black as the devil's heart. She'd outfitted her room in (stereo)typical goth fashion, black velvet and netting everywhere, Bauhaus posters etc.

My friend looks around, is relaxed by the lack of handcuffs or sharp cutlery near the bed, and is even further relaxed by the naughty act that this goth chick then performs on him. To the bed they head, pulling clothes off each other as they go. She lies on her back... spreads her legs slightly... and that's all.

Thinking he must take the initiative, our plucky hero equips a condom, and gets on top. Bumping and grinding and penetrative dancing commences, but he can't help but notice that she's simply lying still, her eyes unblinkingly staring up at the ceiling. Her pulse is obvious, she's not fitting ("thank fuck" thinks our hero), and so my friend soldiers on.

After a few minutes he starts getting bored, so mid-coitus he takes a look around the room (his eyes having now accustomed to the dark). He notices a couple of dolls on the shelves. Quite a lot really. Something's odd about them, but he can't qui- they have no eyes! Every single doll, over 30 at least, had had their eyes removed!

He looks down at the girl, still staring up at the ceiling with those blank eyes. Suddenly she starts snoring lightly, so our hero reasons she must be asleep, albeit with her eyes open in a scary horror movie way. Understandably feeling quite uncomfortable, he pulls out, gets up, and quietly starts getting dressed. Whilst getting his shoes on, he looks up at the ceiling above her bed.

Staring down at him were approximately 60 doll eyes.

He tells this tale every now and again, seemingly proud of having had shit scary-sex, but I think that's a quirk of the healing process.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Tue 19 Jun 2007, 13:42, Reply)