This week's post on ConsentingA̶d̶u̶l̶t̶s̶Humans is a short story called 'Jealousy (a nightmare)'
I've published 3 stories so far here on CAsHu - none of them, let's be honest, a bag of laughs.
I wish I could write a story for you that was less 'tear-jerker' and more 'jerk-off' - but I don't have the technique (nor, to be honest, the experience) for sustained paedo-eroticism.
I guess the best I can do is to give glimpses of possibilities, those moments that make us dream, that make us joyful at the prospect of beauty but, at the same time, sad at how, in this sorry compromised world, it so easily evades our grasp.
The story was inspired by a dream I had only last Wednesday/Thursday night in which a little boy asked me for a condom whilst a little girl in a nightgown, which kept falling open to reveal her nakedness, stood by him waiting eagerly. With a few tweaks, this dream became the opening scene of the story.
So it's taken me an unusually short time to write. Usually I'll lay a story down and come back to it a few weeks later to see whether in the interval it's matured into something fine and fizzy, or rotted to something I'd feel ashamed to put on my rhubarb patch.
If you feel obliged to tell me which it's turned out to be - do it gently, my brothers and sisters :-)
https://consentinghumans.wordpress.com/2015/12/23/jealousy-a-nightmare/