"A Pill Popping Past" Trifecta Week Eighty-Four

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This week's trifectawritingchallenge.com's word is "crude". We must use the third definition of the word in our story of between 33-333 words.

CRUDE
1: existing in a natural state and unaltered by cooking or processing <crude oil>
2 archaic : unripe, immature
3: marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity <a crude stereotype>
4: rough or inexpert in plan or execution <a crude shelter>
5: lacking a covering, glossing, or concealing element :obvious <crude facts>
6: tabulated without being broken down into classes <thecrude death rate>

Remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
• The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
• Only one entry per writer. 
• If your post doesn't meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. 
• Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.

 

WARNING! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!Week Eighty-Four

 

 A Pill Popping Past

Crude desire filled my every cell as I walked into the dank room.  The stranger’s wild, horny eyes met mine and we embraced, skin sliding smoothly with hot sweat and oily lubricant. Without saying a word, pornographic volumes spoke clearly with chemical passion.  Soon our naked and unprotected bodies connected to be one as my quivering entrance was received. I writhed in pain as the semi-hard monster tore at my bowel and stretched my innards tight. Deep huffs from the small brown jar of poppers made it easier to bear. We smoked more.

Hours before, I had been at a parTy smoking away at a clear glass bubble pipe. Crystalized poison melted as the blue flame from the torch brought the drug to a lave-like boil. Anticipation made rise to the fine hairs that covered the back of my neck.  I expertly rolled the tool between my fingers and dragged from the glass tube my first hit.  A thick cloud of toxic smoke made its way to the hungry chasm of my abused lungs and filled them full with danger. Instantaneously, my heart raced and my temperature rose. My senses were tweaked as the beast was unleashed from within. 

The electric hunt for sex was on. My fixed gaze into the bright screen of the computer made blinking impossible.  My dry veiny eyes longed for reprieve.  Entranced by the devil and staring at the backside of God, I shopped the nude pictures and dirty profiles of the site. I flirted with words and showed pics of my zity ass, until finally I had a hit, a date.  In a flash I was in the car and on my way to appease the insatiable crave the drug served.

Now, before bed each night, I put the pills into a small cup, there’s seven of them in all, and swallow them as a group. I will be reminded of careless nights like the one I just told you about for the rest of my life. 

Word count: 333