A snippet regarding sex
We move together, she and I. We move together, straining for touch, for the glorious feel of skin on skin. Rushing to the finish line beyond our sight, doomed to repeated again and again until it is upon us, until the spark is gone and we’ve cut through the tape with our bodies slicked with sweat. Slick, shining sweat on smooth skin, the child of twin passions that fight against each other in too few nights. Steam on the window, imprints to the outside world, proof of our sin. They know damn well what we’re up to, can hear our frenzied cries ring through the halls. No stopping us, no real desire to stop us.
Imprints on the mind, tattoos and scratches left by nails no longer chewed down to the quick. She’s writhing against me, crying out for more. Don’t stop. Never stop. Oh god, yes. Yes! Right and perfect. Reckless abandon. I’m caught in her, inside of her, clutching her like a frightened child in a thunderstorm. Aching perfection. Too fast and fierce, too much, and I’m hanging on for dear life, never wanting to stop.
Then, light, pure and shimmering, blinding. God yes. We lie together, limbs tangled and smelling of sweat and sex, fury and desire and need. Satisfied, for now. Never for very long. Angry with ourselves for giving into the baser demands, angry that it must end someday, that we will be separated by sand and surf and the slick things that crawl at the bottom of the ocean. Too far away for far too long. No ability to touch and feel as we have so many times before.
Never again. Never like this.
She sighs, kisses me on the mouth with sated passion, inciting another round. So we repeat our dance, moving together, straining for touch, for the feel of skin on skin.
-Mai
Imprints on the mind, tattoos and scratches left by nails no longer chewed down to the quick. She’s writhing against me, crying out for more. Don’t stop. Never stop. Oh god, yes. Yes! Right and perfect. Reckless abandon. I’m caught in her, inside of her, clutching her like a frightened child in a thunderstorm. Aching perfection. Too fast and fierce, too much, and I’m hanging on for dear life, never wanting to stop.
Then, light, pure and shimmering, blinding. God yes. We lie together, limbs tangled and smelling of sweat and sex, fury and desire and need. Satisfied, for now. Never for very long. Angry with ourselves for giving into the baser demands, angry that it must end someday, that we will be separated by sand and surf and the slick things that crawl at the bottom of the ocean. Too far away for far too long. No ability to touch and feel as we have so many times before.
Never again. Never like this.
She sighs, kisses me on the mouth with sated passion, inciting another round. So we repeat our dance, moving together, straining for touch, for the feel of skin on skin.
-Mai