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Comfort in a certain company

This is a romantic, non-fictional piece depicting the encounter between a man and a woman that'd met after many years. They had grown up together in a small town and shared the same interests as children. Presently, an affinity for intelligence had brought them together and recognizing each other had only brought them closer. - Veritatis Viktor

Feb 21, 2024  |   4 min read

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“Please, stop!” she cried. Her voice did not seem to be in accord with her eyes that were contradicting and he paid no heed. He felt the breeze chilling on his bare back as the streaks of sweat crisscrossed in no particular fashion. He knew exactly what she wanted as he decelerated his thrusting hip until it came to a slow but taut pumping rhythm as if an Eye-Eye was trying to gently pry a grub from a hole without puncturing it. He could feel every nerve ending crackle with electric frenzy as he stared deep in her eyes that seem to roll and shut with each movement. Her thrills didn’t have to be vocalized for he knew what she felt as the moisture between her limbs was as slippery as an otter’s coat and wetter than a wolf’s tongue. Her occasional moans and sensuous cries only seemed to intensify his act.

At times when excitement and fervor took over, he pounded away as hard as a hypocrite bangs on a cathedral door at sunrise. And just for a second or two every now and then, he’d lodge himself so deep inside her to make him feel like his tentacle was trying to break off like the stinger on a worker bee. And she, eyes agape with one corner of her lower lip bitten would grab him, scratching his back and raising her head to offer her mouth that he hungrily engulfed with his. The way he cradled her tender body against his own while feeling the sensitive inner muscles of her womanhood expand and contract around his masculinity seemed like the two were trying to melt and merge with one another. She looked pretty enough to invoke Aphrodite’s envy as she lay there under his weight that seemed as light as air to her. Then he stroked her hair, setting aside stray strands across her face and kissed her passionately that was met with no resistance; not stopping the motion of his hip that was working like a machine in a mill the entire time. In a burst of enthusiasm and without warning, he arched his spine like a silver-back ready to brawl; ferociously staring down at this lovely creature. The velocity of his thrusts increased enough to make him wheeze and pant as he found his mark between the young woman’s receptive vertical lips. She turned to one side to bite his wrist as her curvaceous hip floated ever so slightly to meet his injector. And as they both approached crescendo, he yanked her up to saddle him while he was still on his knees and their bodies were closer than ever. Mouths relishing, her firm teats trying to spear his skin, he felt a tingle in his groin as she unleashed a cascade of her velvet juices while landing a series of bat-bites to his neck. Now that was the cue for his own little death and he let her have it all, spurting deep and long as he brought her mouth back to his.

Their long, wavy locks danced in opposite directions as they mingled in unison and sheer pleasure.  He shuddered like a locomotive trying to come to a halt as she threw her arms back grasping her hair, still straddling as he alternated between her mounds of Venus. The taste of a good woman cannot be compared to anything. Not even to another good woman. With his quadriceps and pretty much every other muscle straining, they crashed onto the mattress smiling and petting each other. His heart was ramming out of his chest and she slipped into his unfurled arms to stroll through the serenity of a slumber.

Insomnia had befriended him many years ago and was a very possessive one at that.  So much so that he tried to get rid of it by drinking, smoking and playing music in vain. Womanly love was the only thing that seemed to keep the sleeplessness and the unmemorable memories in check. Unfortunately, good women were hard to come by and he wasn’t the kind to pay for that type of loving. As he laid there watching the pretty thing that was as naked as a sapling sleep like a kitten, he could picture himself and a young gal from many decades ago frolicking in the meadows with flowers in full bloom and trees sprouting new leaves. That gal had now blossomed into this fine young lady, his lady. With a smile of contentment he slowly drifted off into a well deserved nap.

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