Tasting Illegal Fruit (1146 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.46 on 18 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Haiku Mikoo (View user info) at 2007-08-14 20:01:28 EDT
No, there isn't a typo in the title, that's what a capitalized "i" looks like next to two "l"s.
This story is dedicated to the creepiest Eskimo I know
The last time he had felt this way was at the beach. It was more than just lust, he was sure of it. He remembered the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he followed them, waiting for the right time to snap a few pictures. He wasn't even that attracted to them, so it couldn't all be so simple as that. The entire process was enthralling, he had to do more than simply make sure that his prey could not see him, he was aware of everyone around him. The elderly couple on their daily walk that might inform the nearest rent-a-cop of "suspicious activity", the little brother who never misses an opportunity to point out someone ogling his older sister, everyone was a potential threat.
He fondly remembered the out of the way cove he had found where he could be alone with his pictures. The only easy path there was blocked off by high tide, and no one else was willing to endure the slightly difficult climb over some rocks to get there, he couldn't believe how lazy everyone else was. He couldn't understand why people would go to a place where they knew there was nothing but water and rocks, when they weren't willing to climb ten feet or swim a few yards.
He was looking over the pictures he had taken that day, feeling uncharacteristically proud of himself, when he saw the heads of two young girls no more than sixteen peek over the rock formation. A couple of mildly attractive young girls had proven themselves to be a little braver than the rest. He watched them for the next two hours without taking a single picture.
He watched as they excitedly explored one of the small caves along the beach. He watched as they ran in and out of the water, their mature bodies still glistening in the fading sunlight. He knew no one would be able to hear their cries over the sound of the ocean. He knew that if he cornered them in the cave, he could overpower the two if them with relative ease. More importantly, he knew no one would ever know it was him, and if they suspected anything, they would never know where or how to find him. He wanted to do things to them that he had only read about or seen on the internet, but he did nothing.
He had been haunted by these same desires over the years, but still never acted on them. Today was going to be just as miserable as the day before, and he was about to endure another lonely night in the same small apartment he had lived in for the past twenty years.
He wondered if anyone he knew or had known ever felt the way he did, but couldn't be sure. The last time he had spoken to anyone that even resembled a "friend" was in high school. He tried to remember his old "friends", tried to recall any lunch time conversations about girls, about what they wanted to actually do to those girls. He couldn't remember anything more than typical high school banter about who the hottest girl in school was, or what so and so said about who the fuck cared. He couldn't recall a single person going into the detail necessary to describe the feelings he struggled with almost every day. Perhaps it was because he was never close enough to any of them for a real conversation. Either way, nothing had changed. He felt just as alone now as he did then.
Maybe he would be able to find the answers he needed if he went to the beach again. He would have to bring the same tools he had used the last time he was there. He grabbed his back pack and stuffed his old copy of Hot Water Music inside. He caught a glimpse of his sunburned nose as he passed by a mirror, and decided to throw in some sunblock too. He opened the dresser drawer where he kept his old camera, but it was missing...in it's place, a note written on an empty envelope.
I found the pictures, we need to talk
The note wasn't signed, but he knew who it was. His Mother had come over for dinner the other day and spent the night. Everything had seemed innocent enough, in fact, he had somehow managed to actually enjoy himself. She was still asleep when he had left for work in the morning, that must have been when she went through his things. It seemed as though Mother hadn't outgrown playing constant mind games just yet.
He stared at the letter, confused. Not about the letter itself, but his own reaction to it. He had always hoped that it was the chance that he might get caught that drove him to do the things he had done. He had always anticipated the terror and shame he would feel when someone finally found him out, but he had just been caught and felt nothing. Of course there were other people that had done the same thing, far worse things even, anyone with an internet connection knew that. But he didn't take those pictures so he could make money on the internet, in fact, he never told anyone about what he had done...or wanted to do.
He crumpled the letter up and tossed it in the trash. He contemplated simply buying a new camera, maybe a more expensive one, but quickly discarded this thought. As he threw his backpack in the closet, he made an important decision.
Today was going to be the day. He wasn't just going to take pictures, no...today, he was going to experience the one thing he really wanted that he had been denying himself all these years.
He looked for a decent CD to play in his car on the way to the beach, and drove off.
User Reviews
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2007-08-21 03:41:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by NintendoCzar (user info) at 2007-08-20 02:52:49 PDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Except, I'm not paying to have it posted.
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Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you talking about?
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2007-08-20 08:49:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-08-15 15:37:42 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
I want a secret sea cave. Not for rape though, just reading and daydreaming.
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They have libraries for that and anyway how would you get to your secret sea cave? Im intrigued and may subscribe to your newsletter.
Submitted by NintendoCzar (user info) at 2007-08-20 05:52:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Except, I'm not paying to have it posted.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2007-08-18 14:24:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-08-16 01:29:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2007-08-15 18:34:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-08-15 16:57:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2007-08-14 21:06:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by sir_cowman (user info) at 2007-08-14 17:51:23 PDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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If you didn't say that, I doubt anyone would have gotten the reference to you with the whole Eskimo thing.
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I knew. I pay attention. And remember things.
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2007-08-15 14:24:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-08-15 07:37:42 PDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I want a secret sea cave. Not for rape though, just reading and daydreaming.
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I don't get it, what are you going to daydream about if you don't do any raping?
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-08-15 10:37:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I want a secret sea cave. Not for rape though, just reading and daydreaming.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-08-15 09:35:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-08-15 09:28:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2007-08-15 00:03:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Reads a little stilted, with a couple of mistakes, but in general it's Ok .
Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2007-08-14 21:15:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Steak like. Thought it was going to be about some peruvian fruit going through airport security.
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2007-08-14 21:06:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by sir_cowman (user info) at 2007-08-14 17:51:23 PDT (#)
Ranking: 2
just to clarify, i don't take pictures and later imagine having sex with beautiful young women, i just up and rape them, no questions asked.
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If you didn't say that, I doubt anyone would have gotten the reference to you with the whole Eskimo thing, and I wouldn't have said anything, no matter how creepy and pathetic the internet told me I was.
Instead, everyone on über knows you want to rape them. So, you have that going for you.
Submitted by sir_cowman (user info) at 2007-08-14 20:51:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
just to clarify, i don't take pictures and later imagine having sex with beautiful young women, i just up and rape them, no questions asked.
Submitted by SunnyG (user info) at 2007-08-14 20:28:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i liked it...but you need something more to hook the reader. Make me interested to go on. Just some advice.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2007-08-14 20:23:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Loner - check.
Overbearing mother/father figure - check.
Rape/Kill fantasy - check.
Gestalten moment - check.
Prepare to type story... and... wait for it... ...TYPE!
But better than some, I'll grant.
Submitted by azurefroz (user info) at 2007-08-14 20:17:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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