Tangled Sheets by Michael T. Ford

long, sharp knife, he sliced the fish quickly, peeling away the electric blue skin to reveal the bright pink flesh beneath. After cutting two strips, he placed them on a small white plate.
    â€œWhat is it?” I asked.
    â€œVery rare,” Kamo said. “Fish is very poisonous. If cut wrong, it can paralyze you instantly. But done correctly, it can bring great pleasure.”
    I looked at the thin strips on the plate. “What was it swimming in?”
    â€œSake and herbs,” Kamo answered, lifting one of the slices in his fingers and raising it to my lips. “Eat quickly before its power fades.”
    Reluctantly, I opened my mouth. Kamo placed the fish on my tongue, his fingers momentarily brushing my lips. I waited to feel my body becoming motionless. But when nothing happened, I concentrated on the taste that was filling my mouth. A sensation both hot and sweet was soaking into my tongue and traveling into my throat. I swallowed the fish and felt the warmth move with it into my belly. It was like nothing I had ever tasted before. As I tried to pinpoint exactly what it was like, I felt my head begin to swim. My mind began to cloud over, and I shook my head to regain my focus.
    â€œNo,” Kamo said through the veil that was falling over my mind. “Do not fight it. Let the pleasure come.”
    Relaxing, I felt my head clear again, leaving behind a sense of heightened awareness. At the same time, my arms and legs began to feel heavy, as if a great weight were pressing on them, and everything around me seemed brighter and warmer. I looked at Kamo and saw him pick the other piece of fish from the plate and eat it. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them a few moments later, I saw again the brightness I had first noticed in the bar.
    He rose from his seat and came around to my side of the table. “Come,” he said, holding out his hand. “We are ready now.”
    My body refused to move on its own, and Kamo had to help me rise. With slow steps, I followed him to an area of the room where the floor was thick with pillows the dark blue of midnight. Kamo pulled at the belt at my waist and let my robe fall open. He slid his hands underneath it and pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor so that I was standing in front of him naked. Because I was held in the grip of the strange fish’s drug, I could only stand while he looked at me, feeling like a statue being perused by a museum visitor.
    Kamo reached out and ran a hand lightly over the dark fur of my chest, my skin tingling where his fingers crossed it. “You are very beautiful,” he said. “I like your hair very much.”
    I laughed, knowing that the fact that he did not have hair was exactly what I liked. My voice sounded low and far away, like someone calling through a rainstorm. As if pushing my way through water, I reached out to remove his robe, but he stopped me by taking my hand and pulling me down onto the soft pillows. I sank easily into their softness and lay back, letting myself fall into them so that I was reclining with Kamo positioned between my spread legs.
    He ran his fingers down my belly and to my waiting cock, which was hanging half-hard across my thigh. His long fingers circled the thickness of my stiffening shaft and squeezed lightly, stroking it to life. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered appreciatively, as my prick filled to its full length.
    I closed my eyes, the feeling caused by eating the fish filling my head, and waited to feel my cockhead slip in between his lips. But Kamo seemed content just to keep jerking me off. While his one hand kept up a steady rhythm on my dick, his other hand went under my balls, cupping my big nuts in his hands. “They are like the fruits of the lemon tree,” he said, smiling up at me. “Round and firm.”
    Right then I didn’t care what he thought they looked like. Although I found it hard to move, the rest of my