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abstractions, erotica, fiction, masturbation, passion, sensuality
Along the steel length of an object alien to the ways of your body, you explode. You treat it to your depths that echo what feels like part loneliness-part power.
Thirty seconds, fifty seconds, a minute and you surface for a breath you never knew you were missing. Your heart clenches and implodes, your muscles spasm and fall lax.
You look down at your fingers and play with their sticky tips. Absently tasting one trying to figure out where your hair clasp fell. It tastes nutty and feels like the best sex you’ve had.
The blankets and sheets rustle to cover your body as you look for your clothes. They fail, you fail.
Your body wants to do nothing but lie there – on the couch, on the window ledge, by the staircase, next to another sleeping body. Your body wants nothing but your touch still lingering over erect tips. Causing goose-flesh, thinking of trouble.
Yet, you get out. A little shame still clinging on to you – shouldn’t you have done it with your mate? Shouldn’t you have waited for the real thing? Shouldn’t you stop loving inanimate objects? Shouldn’t your conscience shut up?
Ha ha ha. Your laugh tinkles through your rooms as you stagger through them. A shameless soundtrack to your few minutes of emotional and physical expenditure.
Oh fuck yes. Your oath rebounds across the shower stall. The heat from the spray soothing your sore, throbbing bits. Your skin puckering all over again. This time, a sheen of moisture replacing the sweat.
Mmm. The glow remains. Your body has been towelled off and cosseted, but in the aftermath of your mischief you are resplendent.
You get back to your room, you pass the couch, you climb up the staircase, you lean on the window ledge. They all feel different, they all feel empty, they are all waiting for you to return and for life to take hold of them once again.
You leave, you stay, you tell yourself never again.
The next afternoon, you come right back to your steel-bodied lover; disregarding any real one lying next to it.
And take the pleasure due to you all over again.
Nice.
Dunno why, but the first time I read it, I thought this was from a male perspective. Was wondering what steel object men make love to. Then I read it again and understood :)
Love the new look of the blog. A dash of crimson somewhere or maybe some green and it’d be perfect.
Keep our desires stoked :)
yummy :)
its yummy , when i feel all that, i do it again !!
u know what i mean ;)
Nice write up , provocative ;)