Creative Writing: A Streetcar Named Desire

Young Edward remained naked and spread- eagle on his back with his wrists and ankles firmly buckled and secured to the bedposts after Stella, Marlene’s mum, had abruptly left his bedroom. His penis still involuntarily throbbed and twitched uncontrollably from this woman did. She came into his room and did things to him he had never experienced before, yet left him in an acute, highly sexually stimulated state. His mind was consumed by the image of Stella coming into his room and standing in a black silk nightgown open in the front, still intoxicating his young sexual senses. He could still feel the remnant tactile sensations of her fingertips lightly rubbing circles on the head of his youthful super - sensitive penis.

His heart was still

The boy let out a soft moan of annoyed frustration.

“Edward,” Marlene said looking directly into his brown eyes and being sensitive to his predicament, “I’m going to unfasten your wrist and ankle restraints although Elizabeth didn’t tell me too. I’m also not going to put on your cock cage right now. I’ll come back early in the morning and put it on you before Elizabeth or whoever comes to wake you.”

“Thank you, Marlene,” the appreciative boy replied, knowing that this girl, only a year older, had control of him just as the other women in the Barrister Mansion household did.

“But Edward, you know you can’t masturbate, don’t you? I can’t help you if you do,” she warned him.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded with the respect he had been taught to give the women who controlled every aspect of his life under the tutelage of his cruel governess.

Marlene unfastened the boy, turned off the oil lamp, but not before taking one last look at his firmly - erect penis, that male organ that had captured her sexual fascination. As she walked down the hall to her bedroom, her head swirled from the events of the night and the consumption of more alcohol than she ever had

She let her young mind wander, fantasizing what it would be like down the road. Could she have a future here? Could she become a Barrister someday? The Barrister Estate was something she had loved from the first time she laid eyes on it.

It seemed to Marlene she had just gone to sleep when she heard her alarm clock go off at straight up 5 AM. She sat on the side of her bed for a few minutes, rubbing sleep from the corners of her eyes.

Now fully awake, Marlene walked down to Edward’s room, still in her very short pink triangle shaped front, mostly transparent nightie. Only the solid fabric which covered her breasts and a very brief, solid pink matching panties kept her from appearing nude. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders.

When Marlene entered Edward’s room and switched on the overhead light, she at once noticed his vibrant looking, fully-erect penis, though he was still asleep. She thought to herself that his ‘dick’ was in no condition to fit within his cock cage. She slipped downstairs quietly and came back with a glass of