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She could not believe how erotic the slick slide of the razor felt this time.
Her pussy quivered and wept under the onslaught of her oh-my-gods thoughts.
In a few minutes, the other beautiful woman would arrive.
Which drove the wheels of her erotic insanity more? Licking a girl for the first time or opening her own flower to be tasted and oh so elegantly tongued?
Her hands shook as she rinsed the razor.
Eight o’clock stood only 10 minutes away.
I took you to the California desert, even though we barely knew each other. If someone asked, obviously it was a date. A first date. But we felt no need to discuss it. For some inexplicable reason, your skin felt so familiar to me. I liked standing close to you when we found ourselves in each other’s presence, which happened more and more lately. If we brushed, no big deal. You didn’t move away. Actually you leaned a little closer.
We parked at the side of the road a couple of miles in. You moved so comfortably in the sun. The expanse in every direction didn’t intimidate you. When you drank from the water bottle, three diamond drops fell onto your neck, and I thought it might be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
We smiled and laughed as we walked, while our eyes carried on a completely different conversation in the silences. Neither of us looked away. There was no awkward nervousness. That’s odd, you know. Or at least unusual. Something was twining around us, and the rest of the world was falling away.
One block off of the debauchery of Bourbon Street, the palette of New Orleans ran with different, darker colors. Gaslights danced in the nighttime hush, and the French architecture crowded close, strangely intimate in its constriction.
Not ten minutes before, I had watched a blue-orange flame lick a sugar cube atop my absinthe glass. But I drank the ghostly green mist too quickly. There were not enough people to make it comfortable in the old bar, and eyes from the shadows kept finding their way onto me.
As I walked, an odd notion that I was searching for something threaded through my mind. I was much too aware of my cock as well. I suppose it had been days since I had any release, and my desire had crossed that threshold where the erotic truly began to sing to me. I tried not to think of the slow, luxurious electricity. I fought dreams of surrendering my gasping, secretive places to the slow sensuality of lips and licks that made fists pull at the sheets.
When I thought I heard someone say my name behind me, I first dismissed it as more fantasies. But I did finally glance behind.
Your nucleus
Atomic
Churns
Protons and neutrons
Of ungasped
Orgasmics
As mind
Over matter
Spins
Electronic
Probabilities
But if I asked you
Would you spread
A window
Of thighs
For my speed of light
To strike
And cleave
Enormous
Because
I gulp
Your energy squared
As our chain reaction
Gloriously
Attempts
To nova nova nova
Our mass
No more