Watching

She was dishevelled, the woman she

watched, her lipstick smeared and her

eyes black and watery from the man’s

exuberant use of her throat, her

once-neat ponytail now

twisted in his tight fist as his

taut stomach belaboured her

glistening buttocks—sweat or

oil? she wondered as she

observed him withdraw his

decent-sized organ from the woman’s

vagina and centre it (she supposed) on

her pursed anus, yanking the

rein of hair with renewed purpose as the

meaty head broached its defenceless target and he

hissed “Watch it, bitch!” Watch

what? There was so much to

watch in that caco-sensual

confluence of bodies but his

sharp slap demanded the

woman’s attention: “Watch your face

while it goes

all

the

way

in”

and she watched

O yes

she watched.