Part 4 . . . Reality in the Twilight Zone
Fusion.
Minds. Bodies. Hearts. Souls.
Desire is like a beacon, guiding the eyes.
Hands explore the body's truth.
Mouths are hungry.
The loins love, the hearts lust.
Sensation usurps the role of words.
Skin communicates with skin.
Fusion.
Large, broad, slightly rough, warm male hands. His.
Dainty, delicate soft female hands. Her’s.
Exploration that seems unending.
Caresses. Kisses. Tangling, untangling.
Neshe's body. Lean and hard from years of daily swimming, almost hairless yet rugged. Sharply defined planes and angles of chest and torso, nipples small chocolate isles, navel a sharp gash in the concavity of his belly, hard, solid hips and strong thighs.
Snama's body. Soft skeins of dark silky hair, lush vales and hillocks proud with promise.
Snama lingered most at his face, his eyes and his chest. Neshe's lips and hands tarried and teased most at the juncture of her thighs. He probed, delved, coaxed out secret after secret of her being. At a singularly excruciating moment of pleasure mixed with equal pain she cried out repeatedly, as supporting the small of her back on his left forearm, he explored her viciously, his right hand taking her yoni, the thumb stabbing in again and again, first one finger and then two battering into the cloistered recesses of her anus.
In such torment he held her, heaving and bucking and mewling, till the sensations overwhelmed her capacity to bear them, and she fell limp on his arm, a rasping moan escaping her throat ...
"Do you intend to kill me?"
"Yes." he replied "And resurrect you again and again, with the need of my love."
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