"From the darkness, sleeping light." Formerly luminus dormiens. Lux pacis, light of peace.

Quote: "Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us." --Bill Watterson, cartoonist, Calvin and Hobbes


He Who the Sword of Heaven Bear, Should Be as Holy as Severe

Part 3 of 3

Disneyland, Universal Studios, Hollywood, CSUN, Chinese food, Del Taco, Hulk Premiere, Charlie's Angels, LA Parking Ticket ($35), Walking with Cavemen

I sat. The bed knew not to creak. I nimbly touched the tips of his right index finger. I saw him peeked out of the corner of his eyes. I then merged with his hands, our fingers crisscrossing and then closed like good-behaving school children.

Then I moved closer and put his hands on my head to feel him ruffling through my hair. I released my hands and continued contact. I slided down along his arms, ensuring that they never leave the skin on which they touch. Along the way, soft tuffles of brown hair are felt. They stood on end. I knew that there was some ticklish instincts that he was feeling. I reached his shoulders. I then moved closer, so that I may touch his spine. Starting with his brown hair, I slid to count. 1, 2, 3 . . . but I gave up, moving back up the spine and to his arms.

I gently pushed them down with my hands as I moved closer to his oh-so-warm body. With encouraging breath, I let him move down my back. I placed my lips on his, taking in the bottom first and then the top, feeling his contentful humming. With my tongue, I pushed his lips open and promptly he stopped. As if in gentle defense, his tongue lashed out at mine, preparing to wrestle.

Soon, he took on a new initiative, and proceeded to undo me. I hesitated. He sensed, but continued his goals. How can I be feminine when my basest needs are flaring up? How can I resist, telling him to cease and desist? No, once it starts, nothing can ever stop the consummation, except three things: disease, disgust, and disagreement.

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