–You’re what I scream about–
Copyright © 2016 by David E. Howerton
Priapism is a potentially painful medical condition, in which the erect penis or clitoris does not return to its flaccid state, despite the absence of both physical and psychological stimulation, within four hours.
There are two types of priapism: low-flow and high-flow
80% to 90% of clinically presented priapisms are low flow disorders. Low-flow involves the blood not adequately returning to the body from the organ.
High-flow involves a short-circuit of the vascular system partway along the organ. Treatment is different for each type.
Priapism is considered a medical emergency, which should receive proper treatment by a qualified medical practitioner. Early treatment can be beneficial for a functional recovery.
The duration time of a normal erection before it is classifiable as priapism is still controversial. Ongoing penile erections for more than 6 hours can be classified as priapism.
Louie Crew, an Alabama native, 75, is an emeritus professor at Rutgers and lives in East Orange, NJ, with Ernest Clay, his husband of 37 years.
As of January 2012, editors have published 2,165 of Crew’s poems and essays. Crew has edited special issues of College English and Margins. He has written four poetry volumes Sunspots (Lotus Press, Detroit, 1976) Midnight Lessons (Samisdat, 1987), Lutibelle’s Pew (Dragon Disks, 1990), and Queers! for Christ’s Sake! (Dragon Disks, 2003). You can follow his work at http://rci.rutgers.edu/~lcrew/pubs.html
Getting the Point was found by Louie Crew in Wikipedia at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Priapism.
See also http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louie_Crew. The University of Michigan collects Crew’s papers.
“Shouldn’t you have a picture of Beethoven up there instead?”
Denise Falcone is a writer who lives in New York City. Her work has appeared in Blood Orange Review, Foliate Oak, J Journal, Why Vandalism?, Kerouac’s Dog, Perhaps I Am Wrong about The World, Antique Children, and others.
I wanted to spice up our love life. No, really it is our sex life I am concerned about. It is the same each and every time. I want to make him hot for me again. I want to make us hot for each other again. When we first dated we couldn’t take our eyes or hands off of each other. We had sex in the car or in public places. I don’t know when we stopped being young and having fun. However, it’s time to craft a plan to bring back sexual fun and desire.
I set my plan in motion on a Friday morning. While Carlos was in the bathroom taking his shower I went over to his blazer and placed a note in the pocket. I also turned on his cell phone. He always had his cell phone off at work and never bothered to check it anymore.
Since Carlos was still in the shower and I was still nude and very horny I slipped into the bathroom quietly. Noticing he was washing his hair most likely with his eyes closed, I stepped into the tub and knelt down. It was so nice, his soft cock lay in my mouth and I sucked it as the water poured down on me. He almost jumped when he felt my tongue on him.
Startled, he smiled and said, “How long has it been?”
As he became hard I replied with my mouth full of his cock, “Too long.”
Soon I heard him groaning and yelling “Oh My God!” as he came in my mouth. We cleaned up, he got dressed for work and before he left he gave me a slow lingering kiss.
“Thank you for this morning, Alexandria. It has been far too long.” His smile was wide as he grabbed his keys off of the kitchen counter, opened the door and closed it behind him. Outside he sighed, then continued smiling all the way to work.
As Carlos sat in his second meeting of the day he sighed. He still had another meeting, when would today be over and when would the weekend begin. He placed a hand into his blazer pocket searching for something to take his mind away from these thoughts. He felt a piece of paper folded up. Hmmm… I didn’t put this here did I? He slid forward and to the side a bit as he took out the paper to read it.
“Give your penis satisfaction, as you yell I am cumming! Our orgasms happen at the same time, mine ripples through my pussy and I moan in ecstasy.” The Dominatrix Carlos coughed, almost choking. He curled up the paper stuffing it back into his pocket and grabbed his water bottle.
“Are you okay?” Several co-workers asked.
Carlos cleared his throat and took one last sip of water. “I am okay, really. Please continue.”
He sounded so professional even to himself yet his insides were jumping and he could feel his cock was stiffening. He squirmed a bit in his seat trying to think about boring things until he got back to his office. Finally his body settled down, the meeting was over and he was able to get back to his office and sit down. Instead of sitting down it was more like collapsing into his leather chair and letting out a big sigh at the same time.
He picked up his office phone and dialed home. It rang a couple of times and she finally answered. “Alexandria, what was the meaning of this?” He asked her with a hint of annoyance in his tone. He knew she understood what he meant.
“Carlos, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Come clean, you placed that note in my pocket.” He said.
“I honestly don’t know what you are talking about. Someone else must have placed it there.” I said innocently.
“Well, we will talk about this when I get home tonight.” Carlos promised.
“You must promise to tell me what was in the note.”
“I got to go, my next meeting is in 15 minutes and I have to get ready. I love you, Alexandria.”
“I love you too Carlos.”
He hung up the phone and busied himself pulling papers together and stuffing them in a folder. He tried not to think of the note and the way it made his cock hard. Sure she put the note there. Who was she fooling? He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. He admitted it was bold and unexpected and sexy. Carlos shook his head clearing his sexual thoughts and picked up the folder and a pad of paper. He reached in his pocket to make sure his pen was in there, as he did so his fingers touched the note. He sighed and left the room.
As the meeting droned on he found himself bored. They had boxed lunches and he tried to focus on what the sales manager was saying. It wasn’t his department so it was even harder to care what was being said.
Carlos felt a vibration against his thigh. Great, he apparently forgot to turn his cell off this morning. He shifted in his seat, slid his phone out and hit the instant message button. He read the following and again choked from shock. “I am wet and waiting for you. If you don’t like what I do, you can spank me and then I will return the favor. I will make you cum harder than you have ever thought possible. Don’t make me wait too long…” Dominatrix Shit! He could instantly feel his cock harden and he had a coughing attack. “Carlos, are you alright?” His manager asked. “I just need some water.” He reached for the water bottle, opened it and managed to get some down.
His mind was developing all sorts of sexual fantasies and he knew he needed to get out of this meeting and fast, his only problem his raging hard on. He slipped his phone into his pants pocket, squirmed a bit in his chair and began thinking of baseball scores, of snotty nosed kids, and even about his parents. Finally, his cock softened and he felt relieved.
He began coughing again and finally his manager said, “You are excused from the rest of the meeting. And Carlos, for God’s sake, do something about that cough!” Looking a bit sheepish he gathered his things, got up out of his chair and left the room.
Once in his office, he sighed and then smiled wickedly. He was free; he could leave early! So without hesitation he grabbed his briefcase threw the folder in there, closed it up and grabbed his keys off of the desk. He turned off the light, and left his office. On his way out, he told his assistant, “I am out the rest of the day. If anyone calls I will be back in on Monday.” “Ok. Have a good weekend!” She yelled down to him as he stepped on the elevator. “I will!” he yelled back.
Once out of the elevator he walked into the parking garage finding his car quickly. He got in the car and before leaving, pulled his phone out of his pocket. He read the instant message again and his cock hardened immediately. He quickly sent a reply, “Dominatrix, I am on my way. I am ready for whatever you have planned.” He simply signed it “Your Sex Slave”. He threw the phone on to the passenger’s seat, turned on the engine and laughed. He knew this would be the best weekend he had in years!
Sweet Cheeks has been writing erotica for five years, but this is not all she writes. You can read more of her at Shazza’s Bedroom. Further, Ms Cheeks was also a contributor of the 2011 Austin International Poetry Festival; her poem, Purple Passion, was published in the festivals anthology
Copyright © 2010 by Sweet Cheeks