The tiles were cold beneath his thighs, beneath his cheeks, his flesh and on the palms of his hands. His hands and legs
were splayed out, as if nothing could equal what lay before him now. As always, the intensity of the moment was heightened by
the adrenaline rushing up and down the valleys in his mind. This was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Passion and lust are the
things that motivated this youth, and nothing, not anything, would stand in the way of these moments. His constant fantasy life
helped his journey of sight from without to sight from within. This was an overpowering need, a craving, total euphoria. No
other avenue of delight equaled these moments of desire and want.
His body arched like a serpent yearning for his kill. It was a spontaneous draw; the dark and the beasts knew full well, they
also were partaking in these festivities. Every nerve ending in his body was at attention, as the moment of climax drew near.
The walls and every inch of the bathroom, where he lay, laid witness to the moment. Pictures on pages, ink upon paper,
shadows and shape, flesh upon flesh … the magazines, centerfolds lay open before him … pornography inviting this sinner to
partake and enjoy. It was a moment in time that soon would be lost, but surely embedding in his psyche for future reference in
memories. Far down his road he would have this library of pictures to choose from in his mind. And what better than these
mental images as the catalyst for his fantasies, so much better than any other would create in the flesh. All he needed was a
spark to ignite the fires of lust from deep within his soul. Let the real magazines lie on the shelves of the sordid magazine
store. He was the creator of these fantasies … fantasies more irresistible and erotic than any one picture could ever depict.
And so he sinned.
* * *
Naanam was delighted by these moments. “I lust as he lusts. I crave as he craves. I sin as he sins. I roll and rock in
these dimensions of moments. I’ll be sure to partake in this mindset that he the wicked one is in. I’ll be sure to jostle his
memories down his road when times grow thin and thoughts grow weary. He’s on my hook and I’ll reel him in whenever I want.
Make no doubt about it, make no doubt at all.” Incubus knew that his talents weren’t needed for these times. Our sinner was
well on the way of no return. He was overboard with his lust and any logical judgment that the world surrounding him could
impose, of what is right. The beasts popped in, popped out, every orifice in this room bust with decay and curiosity. If one
could smell the foul stench of the beings that leached from every corner they would cringe and ran … as fast as fast could be.
Insects scurried beneath his flesh, and he paid no mind. Beasties ogled from glass and door, again they paid no mind.
Creatures of every sort lay their filth upon him … no mind, no mind, no mind at all.
Naanam was so proud and giddy. If our Richard would hear him as he was, he would recant and lay waste to all his
doings. A shrill giggle and a crackling flutter of sound, screeched like one chalk upon a blackboard. “Eeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Naanam uttered. “Eeeeeeeeeeeee!” Naanam went. All from around drew in the moment as if it were their own. They knew full
well that what they were here for was only to damage this human and what purity was left to destroy. Their Naanam was only
one of the players in this game of cat and mouse. It was all of these beasts united that sought to corrupt and destroy any
semblance of good that remained in the mind of this sinner. For now, all of them hit their mark and this boy was nothing more
than a puppet in the story played many times before, on others who were just as fragile in their psyche as he was. For now the
demons were on top … for now the ball was well in their court.
* * *
Mother would always interrupt and truly bother him at the most inappropriate times. “Richard, what are you doing in
there? You know that other people in this house need the bathroom too.” She was so persistent and annoying. It’s like she
had radar, her knowing that something foul and unhealthy was happening on the other side of this façade. The boy was the
imaginative kind, that she knew full well, but what was he doing, was he up to, what was he delving into behind this barrier?
She was totally left to her own imagination and design, “Richard, come on now, I’ve got to go to the bathroom too. You’ve been
in there for the longest time. Are you reading a novel or something?” Richard paused and blurted out a single sentence,
“That's right, mom, and I’m at the very last chapter and you’re spoiling the moment.” She scurried away, “Got to have my
husband build me another bathroom. This truly is ridiculous.”
For the moment the fantasies had dissolved and devolved into a mass of confusion that lay upon his lap. Women, naked
upon these pages … open thighs and so much more … exposing themselves from every angle possible … these people shot
these pictures and tried their best not to leave a thing to imagination. This was the aim of their trade and how they lured in the
buyer to purchase what they did.
“Damn, where was I? I almost reached a climax and then … Mother had to interrupt. … AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG!”
Richard was sweating, dripping with moisture surely from the moments that had gone by so quickly. What was he to do? How
much time had he spent there already? This was, in his mind, his territory, and to be violated in this manner drove him stir
crazy and in total. But he had to deal with it and he had to deal with it fast. Richard was sure that she would be back and
soon, and this time no silly response would suffice to dampen her demand.
* * *
The demons were furious and scattering like varmints that were sprayed with Black Flag industrial poison. The moment
was destroyed and they would have to wait for another opportunity as before. His soul was ripe and his youth was fleeting.
These types of moments were gold in their domain. Using them to their advantage was like reaching out to another ally and
having them accept the offer of war upon an enemy. Quickly, the creature scurried from the space that was just over run with
their liking. As if sucked in by a vacuum, all vanished as if never there. This was a terrible time for them, for admitting defeat
for whatever reason was demoralizing in their putrid minds. They came for one reason and one reason alone, to see the fall of
another soul and all that purity that the good Lord embellished so freely in the Sacraments given at every Sunday and more.
The same thoughts ran through each of their minds, “The Sacraments … The Body and the Blood … Confession …
Forgiveness … Redemption and that grand finale … Salvation!” This is what they waged war against … This was their mission
and always has been. Gain another soul for the fire that burned all eternal. Gain another soul in total.
* * *
Those hiding places, just like Dad had taught him too well, there was always a place where he could stash the “Goods,” or
in this case … the “Bads.” The air shaft was always a secret place, under the last towel in the pile. Mom never let it get that
low, she was always doing the laundry way before the pile was totally depleted and exposed. The back of the sink cabinet, all
the way back, he could always count on that for being another place for the secrets to be kept. He remembered, in some dire
need and brother or mother needing the bathroom immediately, he was forced to fling the magazines behind the shower
curtains. He pleaded for them to hurry, so he could rush back into the bathroom to finish his business at hand, so to speak.
Damn, had he tucked the curtain back into place, would he be discovered for his true self, one he’s kept hidden and tucked
away so securely. The door finally opened and out came brother, or mother … whichever … no matter … not a word said …
he was safe.
Richard dashed right past them, back into the bathroom and slammed the door as if it were a seal not ever to be opened.
“What’s the matter with you? Did you lose something in there? What’s so important that getting back to it means rolling right
over us?”
Richard paid no mind to the words being shot towards him. All he cared about at that moment was to get the goods and
hide them where the sun don’t shine. For now his secret was secure again. But would it be tomorrow? And could he keep
chancing the possibility of someone discovering his porn? No climax. No fulfillment. No nothin’. Sometimes, “You can fool
some of the people some of the times but not all of the time.” Richard wished for a private place, one that he could rely on to
lust as he wished, alone … All he wanted was to be alone with his sin.
* * *
Incubus hung around till nightfall. It was his turn to win at this game. Rich was always susceptible to the stories in his
head. He always fell prey to the demons of the night and the dreams they left behind. Incubus was the dream master and
overshadowed the good with thoughts of bad. It’s that simple, do good, gain salvation, do bad, and damnation will surely follow.
* * *
Richard’s eyes and mind grew weary and sleep cast its spell on him like a wave upon the shore. Incubus was there the
moment he fell asleep. “Sweet dreams, my child.” But Incubus thought, “Not tonight, young fellow. Tonight I’ve got you in my
grip and the thoughts of the day, your lust that overtook I’ll use to our advantage and send you to a place where lust is but the
tip of the iceberg.” Richard dreamed dreams of women baring their bodies. More pleasurable and enticing than any of the
pictures he saw that day. It was his imagination that was in overdrive and with Incubus fueling the fires of delight and passion,
it would be a wet, no, let’s say soaked, dream, like never before.
Richard burst from his dream state … His pajama’s drenched with liquid from within. Head spinning, eyes wide open, heart
pounding, clammy hands, all twisted up in himself … Whereever he was he wanted back to that place pronto. But as with all
dreams, you can never go back you can only move forward. What was left was the urgency that if he could return to that place
in his mind, as some undisclosed time in dream land, he’d pay dearly for those dreams, and Incubus gave a wry grin as he
leaned back on his elbows, “Oh I’ll take you back, my friend, and I someday when you’re eternally mine, I’ll rip you limb from
limb, ‘cause frankly … that’s what we do … be sure, that’s what we do.”
were splayed out, as if nothing could equal what lay before him now. As always, the intensity of the moment was heightened by
the adrenaline rushing up and down the valleys in his mind. This was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Passion and lust are the
things that motivated this youth, and nothing, not anything, would stand in the way of these moments. His constant fantasy life
helped his journey of sight from without to sight from within. This was an overpowering need, a craving, total euphoria. No
other avenue of delight equaled these moments of desire and want.
His body arched like a serpent yearning for his kill. It was a spontaneous draw; the dark and the beasts knew full well, they
also were partaking in these festivities. Every nerve ending in his body was at attention, as the moment of climax drew near.
The walls and every inch of the bathroom, where he lay, laid witness to the moment. Pictures on pages, ink upon paper,
shadows and shape, flesh upon flesh … the magazines, centerfolds lay open before him … pornography inviting this sinner to
partake and enjoy. It was a moment in time that soon would be lost, but surely embedding in his psyche for future reference in
memories. Far down his road he would have this library of pictures to choose from in his mind. And what better than these
mental images as the catalyst for his fantasies, so much better than any other would create in the flesh. All he needed was a
spark to ignite the fires of lust from deep within his soul. Let the real magazines lie on the shelves of the sordid magazine
store. He was the creator of these fantasies … fantasies more irresistible and erotic than any one picture could ever depict.
And so he sinned.
* * *
Naanam was delighted by these moments. “I lust as he lusts. I crave as he craves. I sin as he sins. I roll and rock in
these dimensions of moments. I’ll be sure to partake in this mindset that he the wicked one is in. I’ll be sure to jostle his
memories down his road when times grow thin and thoughts grow weary. He’s on my hook and I’ll reel him in whenever I want.
Make no doubt about it, make no doubt at all.” Incubus knew that his talents weren’t needed for these times. Our sinner was
well on the way of no return. He was overboard with his lust and any logical judgment that the world surrounding him could
impose, of what is right. The beasts popped in, popped out, every orifice in this room bust with decay and curiosity. If one
could smell the foul stench of the beings that leached from every corner they would cringe and ran … as fast as fast could be.
Insects scurried beneath his flesh, and he paid no mind. Beasties ogled from glass and door, again they paid no mind.
Creatures of every sort lay their filth upon him … no mind, no mind, no mind at all.
Naanam was so proud and giddy. If our Richard would hear him as he was, he would recant and lay waste to all his
doings. A shrill giggle and a crackling flutter of sound, screeched like one chalk upon a blackboard. “Eeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Naanam uttered. “Eeeeeeeeeeeee!” Naanam went. All from around drew in the moment as if it were their own. They knew full
well that what they were here for was only to damage this human and what purity was left to destroy. Their Naanam was only
one of the players in this game of cat and mouse. It was all of these beasts united that sought to corrupt and destroy any
semblance of good that remained in the mind of this sinner. For now, all of them hit their mark and this boy was nothing more
than a puppet in the story played many times before, on others who were just as fragile in their psyche as he was. For now the
demons were on top … for now the ball was well in their court.
* * *
Mother would always interrupt and truly bother him at the most inappropriate times. “Richard, what are you doing in
there? You know that other people in this house need the bathroom too.” She was so persistent and annoying. It’s like she
had radar, her knowing that something foul and unhealthy was happening on the other side of this façade. The boy was the
imaginative kind, that she knew full well, but what was he doing, was he up to, what was he delving into behind this barrier?
She was totally left to her own imagination and design, “Richard, come on now, I’ve got to go to the bathroom too. You’ve been
in there for the longest time. Are you reading a novel or something?” Richard paused and blurted out a single sentence,
“That's right, mom, and I’m at the very last chapter and you’re spoiling the moment.” She scurried away, “Got to have my
husband build me another bathroom. This truly is ridiculous.”
For the moment the fantasies had dissolved and devolved into a mass of confusion that lay upon his lap. Women, naked
upon these pages … open thighs and so much more … exposing themselves from every angle possible … these people shot
these pictures and tried their best not to leave a thing to imagination. This was the aim of their trade and how they lured in the
buyer to purchase what they did.
“Damn, where was I? I almost reached a climax and then … Mother had to interrupt. … AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG!”
Richard was sweating, dripping with moisture surely from the moments that had gone by so quickly. What was he to do? How
much time had he spent there already? This was, in his mind, his territory, and to be violated in this manner drove him stir
crazy and in total. But he had to deal with it and he had to deal with it fast. Richard was sure that she would be back and
soon, and this time no silly response would suffice to dampen her demand.
* * *
The demons were furious and scattering like varmints that were sprayed with Black Flag industrial poison. The moment
was destroyed and they would have to wait for another opportunity as before. His soul was ripe and his youth was fleeting.
These types of moments were gold in their domain. Using them to their advantage was like reaching out to another ally and
having them accept the offer of war upon an enemy. Quickly, the creature scurried from the space that was just over run with
their liking. As if sucked in by a vacuum, all vanished as if never there. This was a terrible time for them, for admitting defeat
for whatever reason was demoralizing in their putrid minds. They came for one reason and one reason alone, to see the fall of
another soul and all that purity that the good Lord embellished so freely in the Sacraments given at every Sunday and more.
The same thoughts ran through each of their minds, “The Sacraments … The Body and the Blood … Confession …
Forgiveness … Redemption and that grand finale … Salvation!” This is what they waged war against … This was their mission
and always has been. Gain another soul for the fire that burned all eternal. Gain another soul in total.
* * *
Those hiding places, just like Dad had taught him too well, there was always a place where he could stash the “Goods,” or
in this case … the “Bads.” The air shaft was always a secret place, under the last towel in the pile. Mom never let it get that
low, she was always doing the laundry way before the pile was totally depleted and exposed. The back of the sink cabinet, all
the way back, he could always count on that for being another place for the secrets to be kept. He remembered, in some dire
need and brother or mother needing the bathroom immediately, he was forced to fling the magazines behind the shower
curtains. He pleaded for them to hurry, so he could rush back into the bathroom to finish his business at hand, so to speak.
Damn, had he tucked the curtain back into place, would he be discovered for his true self, one he’s kept hidden and tucked
away so securely. The door finally opened and out came brother, or mother … whichever … no matter … not a word said …
he was safe.
Richard dashed right past them, back into the bathroom and slammed the door as if it were a seal not ever to be opened.
“What’s the matter with you? Did you lose something in there? What’s so important that getting back to it means rolling right
over us?”
Richard paid no mind to the words being shot towards him. All he cared about at that moment was to get the goods and
hide them where the sun don’t shine. For now his secret was secure again. But would it be tomorrow? And could he keep
chancing the possibility of someone discovering his porn? No climax. No fulfillment. No nothin’. Sometimes, “You can fool
some of the people some of the times but not all of the time.” Richard wished for a private place, one that he could rely on to
lust as he wished, alone … All he wanted was to be alone with his sin.
* * *
Incubus hung around till nightfall. It was his turn to win at this game. Rich was always susceptible to the stories in his
head. He always fell prey to the demons of the night and the dreams they left behind. Incubus was the dream master and
overshadowed the good with thoughts of bad. It’s that simple, do good, gain salvation, do bad, and damnation will surely follow.
* * *
Richard’s eyes and mind grew weary and sleep cast its spell on him like a wave upon the shore. Incubus was there the
moment he fell asleep. “Sweet dreams, my child.” But Incubus thought, “Not tonight, young fellow. Tonight I’ve got you in my
grip and the thoughts of the day, your lust that overtook I’ll use to our advantage and send you to a place where lust is but the
tip of the iceberg.” Richard dreamed dreams of women baring their bodies. More pleasurable and enticing than any of the
pictures he saw that day. It was his imagination that was in overdrive and with Incubus fueling the fires of delight and passion,
it would be a wet, no, let’s say soaked, dream, like never before.
Richard burst from his dream state … His pajama’s drenched with liquid from within. Head spinning, eyes wide open, heart
pounding, clammy hands, all twisted up in himself … Whereever he was he wanted back to that place pronto. But as with all
dreams, you can never go back you can only move forward. What was left was the urgency that if he could return to that place
in his mind, as some undisclosed time in dream land, he’d pay dearly for those dreams, and Incubus gave a wry grin as he
leaned back on his elbows, “Oh I’ll take you back, my friend, and I someday when you’re eternally mine, I’ll rip you limb from
limb, ‘cause frankly … that’s what we do … be sure, that’s what we do.”
| I. Me. Sinner. Chapter 7 Behind this door lies ecxtasy. |
I hope you enjoyed chapter seven of my book, for sure there's more to come. I love giving
you a piece here, a piece there.
Before its publication, I'll surely give you more, as a taste, as a teaser. But the rest, you'll
just have to wait for the book to come out. Or the online publication. Which ever it is, I
promise I won't let you down, nor what ever else there is that makes you tick, spark, or
delight in.
Now, you can either go back to the index and check out some of the illustrations already
up for preview, or go back to the newsletter and the other things I have to offer.
Rich Cacioppo signing off for now.
you a piece here, a piece there.
Before its publication, I'll surely give you more, as a taste, as a teaser. But the rest, you'll
just have to wait for the book to come out. Or the online publication. Which ever it is, I
promise I won't let you down, nor what ever else there is that makes you tick, spark, or
delight in.
Now, you can either go back to the index and check out some of the illustrations already
up for preview, or go back to the newsletter and the other things I have to offer.
Rich Cacioppo signing off for now.
the mad monster maker
