This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt really threw me: Use a title of a song as your prompt and title of your piece.

Yeah…it sounds simple…but there are so many damn songs out there to chose from, and I’ve been searching for days, trying to figure out which direction I want to go. But, alas…it is now almost 7 p.m. on Wednesday night, and I have run out of time. So, here goes. This is the one I’m sticking with.

The first time time I heard “Closer,” by Nine Inch Nails, I was probably 16 or 17. I had a college-aged boyfriend who sent me a mixed tape (yeah…I’m that old) in the mail. It had all kinds of sappy romantic songs…such that I actually put it on the family stereo where my parents could hear how adorable he was for sending me such a sweet present.

And then…all of the sudden…that tell-tale beat and these lyrics busted out of the speakers:

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

I turned the stereo off immediately and hoped they hadn’t been paying attention…and took the tape to my room where I put it in my walkman and listened to the rest privately, feeling quite turned on and confused and curious all at once.
It’s been a sexy favorite since, and every time it comes on the radio, I’m taken back to the floor of my bedroom, where I imagined (repeatedly) that boy violating me, desecrating me, penetrating me…
I’m pretty sure I wore that tape out masturbating.
So here you go…my Wicked Wednesday story for December 12th…


Amanda fixed the last plastic clip in place, connecting her garter strap to her thigh high. She sat back in the the chair and reached over to the small, round table beside it to retrieve her nearly empty wine glass. She was going to need more of this before Ben got home.
Walking carefully (though she was rather wobbly and needed practice) in her black patent leather platform heels, Amanda made her way to the kitchen, refilled her glass, and tottered back to the bedroom.
She heard Ben’s key in the front door, breathed deeply, and made her way to the bedroom stereo.
“Hey, Ben!” she yelled.
“Yeah, babe!” he yelled back.
“Come up here…I got somethin’ to show you!”
She could hear his footsteps on the stairs and shut off the lights, her eyes taking just a moment to adjust to the candlelight.
The music started…a simple, bass-heavy pounding, mirroring her nervous heartbeat. Ben’s form, clothed in a dark suit, messenger bag still hanging over his shoulder, filled the bedroom doorway and shaded the remaining light from the hallway.
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
Amanda’s body began to sway as she spread her legs to accommodate the width of the kitchen chair she’d placed in the middle of the space left in the room. The back of the chair faced the door, and she placed her hands on it for support, bending her knees to let her hips rock back and forth to the beat.
Help me
I broke apart my insides
Help me
I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
Ben let his bag drop to the floor beside him and leaned against the door frame, his face shaded by the darkness of the room. The light from the hallway created a halo effect around his body, but Amanda concentrated on his face, imagining that she could see the hint of an amused smile, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
She walked around the chair, holding the back for support still, facing away from him, her backside pushed out toward him, undulating like a snake. And then she stood straight, reaching up under her long wavy hair, pulling it up high above her head, letting it cascade back down, as her body moved and swayed and bounced.
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
She turned again to face him, swaying still, and reached behind her to undo her bra top, releasing her breasts. She held the bra out in front of her, dropped it on the floor, and then took a breast in each hand. Leaning forward a bit, she held them up like an offering. Pushing one breast up to meet the tip of her tongue, she licked her nipple as she eyed the shadowing figure in the doorway.
Help me
Tear down my reason
Help me
It’s your sex I can smell
Help me
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else
Amanda turned away again, bent at the waist, and reached her hand between her legs, pulling her panties, which were hardly more than elastic bands, over her full hips and down her legs. Carefully, she stepped out of them, leaving her body naked aside from the garter belt, stockings, and heels.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
The song’s words paused, giving way to the naked beat, and Amanda made her way to Ben slowly, taking him by the tie, reaching her hand down the front of his trousers to find his erect and waiting cock.
Trent Reznor’s whispers caressed their ears as she caressed Ben’s flesh.
Through every forest above the trees
Within my stomach scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
She’d never done anything like this before…so brazen. Ben was speechless hard clay in her hands, his skin warm and pliant.
“Amanda, I don’t know what to…what to…” he stammered.
“Then don’t. Just let me taste you. Let me take you in my mouth and suck out every last bit of your cum.”
She knelt before him, stunned and smiling at her own confidence, wondering where it would lead her next.
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    1. Sexually confident people in general are sexy. I know that I do a number on my own sexiness by letting low self-esteem ruin things.

  1. This song! I heard it when I was at a Christian College and I was mortified and declared NIN a satanic mess! But I always thought about “I wanna fuck You like an animal…” and what does that mean? How would that feel? I would be all hot and bothered and never really understood why. Hmm … this makes me want to get the song and play around with it- re-hear it. Feel it as the mega sexy woman I am today instead of the little girl I was then… wow. Thanks for the inspiration!

    1. Hey…no problem…I hope it as sexy for you as it is for me. The video is disturbing, though, and I don’t find it sexy at all.

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