Friday, October 29, 2010

Leg Man


He loved the feel of silk stockings. Seamed. Preferably black.

Whenever his fingers brushed the full length of long limbs, he shuddered when reaching that spot where the lace at the top of the stocking met the flesh of thigh. Moments later, after he watched them rolled gently downward and shaken off the tips of toes to the floor, he liked to draw a line up the back of calves with his tongue. 

The lovely young women were allowed only one night with him.

But this early evening duty summoned, and he had to leave for a little while. Before locking the door to the cool, dry, well-ventilated room he called his gallery, he stood before a vertical glass container titled Number Six. It showcased the glorious legs that had belonged to his most recent conquest, their length sheathed in silky sheer darkness with straightened seams and preserved in formaldehyde.

With a shaky hand he reached out and touched the glass, and traced a line up the calves with his fingers.

He could not introduce any of them to his family. They would not want to understand.

“Oh, there you are, dear.” His mother looked up from the table as he entered the dining room and greeted the waiting guests.

“Sorry.” He kissed her cheek and pulled out the chair at her right and sat.

“I was finishing my latest piece and . . .”

“Don't worry, dear,” his mother interrupted and patted his arm, “I've made sure no one took your favorite part.”

She held out the platter of roasted chicken and he speared a drumstick. He planned to eat quickly and return to his apartment. Though his mother would narrow her eyes and make those annoying tsk sounds to show her displeasure with such a short visit, he knew she would not keep him from his business. He was an artist, after all, and she always supported his need to follow when the Muse beckoned.

Later that evening, as he walked out of his home to patronize unfamiliar haunts and find fresh material for Number Seven, he left a new pair of stockings on the bed.


47 comments:

  1. At first I thought they'd be his and he was a crossdresser. His leg fetish gets a little creepy, but it's that time of year.

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  2. Of course he went for the drumstick!
    Marisa, EW, Marisa EW! A glass container filled with formaldehyde-preserved legs? Entire legs?
    And I thought I was twisted! *snort!*
    Happy Hallowe'en, my sweet!

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  3. Eeek. Body-parts-fetishes just BEG for horror dear. Well-done. err, preserved. ;)

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  4. Wow...just wow. Twisted, dark, but totally makes sense that some perv might try this. It's that little tickle in the back of your brain that says you might read about this guy in Sundays paper that makes this so disturbing. Well done!

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  5. and the neighbors said: He was such a nice guy, ate Sunday dinner with his mother.

    Yeah, it could happen. *shudder*

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  6. Creepy, creepy, creepy. Here's an artist no girl would want to model for. Good story!

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  7. This sounds like an episode of Criminal Minds...creepy

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  8. *shiver*

    Art to *die* for?

    I know, I know, but I can't resist a really obvious bad pun; okay? Forgive me!

    Btw, my legs aren't that great... So I'm safe; right?

    Nice and creepy! Happy Halloween!

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  9. I wonder how he gets the stockings to stay up in the tank of formaldehyde...err...did I just say that out loud? *Ahem* Creepy, creepy story, Marisa, just ideal for the Halloween weekend.

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  10. I can just imagine being the one to "discover" this artist. Not a pretty sight, despite the silk stockings. Nicely done!

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  11. I like when he traces a line up the glass. Isn't it interesting that the simple act of spearing the chicken is so amplified with creepiness because of what comes before? Well done.

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  12. Gives a whole new meaning to the title...
    Awesome creepiness!

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  13. Oh Marisa, you are the creative one! Perfect title for a fun, creepy story.

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  14. That's it. I'm wearing pants all weekend.

    Fabulously grisly. :)

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  15. Art's a tough business. Twisted, creepy and killer cool, Halloween fun Marissa!

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  16. Oh goodness. I never want to wear stockings again!

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  17. oh man. That was horrifically wondrous.
    *bows --doffs hat-- adjusts stockings and looks a bit worried*

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  18. Totally creepy and twisted. Perfect for Halloween!

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  19. Gloriouly creepy!

    And making me rethink my choice of stocking for that wedding I'm going to...*shudder*

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  20. Stunningly gruesome gory gam greatness, Marisa.

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  21. Those artists! geesh *going off to hide my black stockings* Creepy fun, happy halloween!!!

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  22. Fantastic, Marisa. Just the right amount of creepiness for Halloween.

    Have a great weekend.

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  23. Delicious story. Great for Halloween.

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  24. Wonderfully creepy.

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  25. Wow! That's one creepy story.

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  26. Well. That certainly makes Hannibal Lecter seem amateur. All in the name of art. Great creepy story. Peace...

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  27. Deliciously creepy, one might say - oh look, I already did. That was a shivery story, wonderful for the season.

    Take care,
    Jess

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  28. Very nice. You get everything across without ever getting into the details, and it works well.

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  29. Creepy and well-done! Great Halloween story.

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  30. Marisa

    Not only won't I sleep for a week, but I'm having my legs insured for a million dollars!

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  31. Creepy and gruesome. Nice job conceiving this tale and giving it some unexpected turns!

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  32. This gave me goosebumps - and finally made me appreciate my short legs!

    Very, very creepy piece, made all the more so by how normal he appears by having dinner with his mother. I loved how Leg Man's own stillness was heightened by him remembering how he shudders when he touches a thigh and his hand shaking as he traces the seam of the stocking. Great job!

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  33. Now this was creepy! And yet so disturbingly plausible for real life...
    Well done, great Halloween piece!

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  34. Now I know that artists can be a bit quirky, Marisa...and I've gotta LOL at Perry's comment about having his legs insured. You seem to bring out the best in men! Nice seasonal story.

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  35. Creepy and yukky. And very good!

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  36. Gaaaaaaahhh! I'm going to look at pictures of bunnies now. And no more drumsticks!

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  37. creepy.....but well written

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  38. Very creepy story and sadly one that could happy. I'll never be able to drive by a KFC without smiling.

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  39. This sent a cold shiver down my back - the intended effect, I gather ;-) Very well described and written.

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  40. Twisted. Truly twisted.
    I agree with Ann - no more drumsticks!

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  41. "Twisted" just scratches the surface of this one. Very creepy.

    ~Emelie

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  42. Way creepy!!! I love the clever addition of his mom saying she saved the favorite part of the chicken for him too. Well done.

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  43. The best part of this story is when he will be killed, But who will do it? A potential victim? His mom? THe police?

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  44. That is truly eerie, Marisa. Nice job.

    And thanks for dropping by to visit my blog today for my guest, Stephen Tremp. I hope to see more of you there.

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  45. Marisa this was creepy but erotic at the same time. Very well done.

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  46. Okay, very very creepy and not what I was expecting at all!

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