outtake

Time passes and the fresh nail polish on Belinda’s toes hardens. Moving gracefully from her seated position to the record player, Belinda slides the Roxy Music album into its sleeve and replaces it with the debut record from Sonic Youth, Confusion is Sex. The second the noise starts pumping into the room, Belinda’s mood is elevated to something that closely resembles the feeling of happiness. She purposefully marches to the bed and strips the blankets off leaving only a white sheet made of soft Egyptian cotton. Lying down on the bed, Belinda tilts her head forward bringing her chin to her sternum and stares at the painting on the wall across from her, Perpetual Sacrifice, painted by Alfonso Ossorio and gifted to Belinda on her fifth wedding anniversary by John.

Belinda removed her terry cloth robe and gently dragged her hands along the length of her body. She pulled herself into a seated position with the soles of her feet pushed together. Massaging the tops of her feet, she admired the fresh coat of nail polish that reflected the low candle light in the darkened bedroom. “Beautiful toes. Beautiful feet. Beautiful friends”, she repeated her mantra to herself on a loop. With intention, she began to wind her fingers into the spaces between her beautiful toes, rubbing the joints and stretching the toes out wide. She pulled her right foot closer to her pelvis and tentatively fingered her clit with the big toe. Pushing hard against her clit, Belinda dipped a toe into her wet pussy, releasing a small gasp as she did so. In the background Kim Gordon screams, “Now I wanna be yr dog!”, over and over. One after another Belinda inserted the remaining toes into herself while simultaneously engaging her ujjayi breath to relax the bent right knee. Her pussy gripped the toes and greedily sucked the extremity. Now the top half of her foot was delicately jammed into her pink pussy. She stared into one of the many faces of Jesus in front of her and tenderly humped her foot, rocking her pelvis back and forth. The room vibrated with the toneless noise from the record and it blocked out the hysteric moans jumping uncontrollably off of Belinda’s puckered lips. Her pussy contracted around her foot and as she orgasmed, her foot was displaced and a geyser of ejaculate followed it, shooting off the bed and soaking the carpet. Belinda laid back exhausted. Her right foot shimmered in the candle light and the inside of her thighs looked like someone had drizzled honey all over them. Sometimes she enjoyed her loneliness.