It’s weird what goes through your mind when you’re studying Performance Management and listening to Schism. Even weirder what goes through mine.
A string of images.
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I strip of my clothes first. It is not long before I am completely naked. My bedroom door is open. No matter. There is no one home but us. Chik stares at me, her mouth open. I move towards her almost predatorily, pulling off her jersey, while she stands there like a young child who does not know how to undress itself. She says my name, and then…
“You’re naked.”
Me: “Yes.”
“And you’re so small…”
I do not answer her. My mouth is already occupied on her breasts.
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In my bedroom, I stand naked again, except for a thong. Mark, already satisfied, looks around at me from his position on the chair.
“You know you look good in a thong?”
I turn around, stare at him for a few short seconds, and then turn around again without saying a word.
“Now is not the best time to say that, huh?”
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On a balcony this time. Before me would be an amazing view if my eyes were open. They are not. My hands dangle over the railing, one gripping a half empty glass, and the other gripping my cell phone. I struggle not to drop either as the Italian fingers my clit. His hands are in my panties and mine are tightly clasped around two things I dare not drop. The world is dropping away.
Me: “Please… take your hands out…”
A feeble plea.
“No…” A breath against my right ear.
“You’ll have to cut them off.”
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In the backseat of a car, clothed once again, but straddling a covered erection. My hands run through Rum’s hair. My pussy is pushed as hard against his erection as my pelvis would allow, and I feel him squirm as I gyrate my hips.
“Your hard-on feels so good against my clit.”
I stop only to push my fingers into my panties. Somehow I am surprised to discover the extent of my wetness. I take my fingers out, and press them against his lips.
“Lick it.”
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Kneeling in the front seat of a car, now. The car is parked in the middle of the road, engine running, late at night. One large arm is wrapped around the small of my back, pulling me on to him. My top is down. My bra is down. My breasts are revealed, and Zodiac’s face is pressed into them. My hands are running through his hair. He pulls his head back and his tongue flickers. I sigh.
Me: “Oh my God… Do you eat pussy like that?”
“Yes…” another flicker.
“Better.”
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I hear a sharp intake of breath. It is his. He lies sprawled beneath me, teeth clenched. Another sharp intake of breath. This time it is mine. A quick shiver runs through my body, telling me an orgasm is near. I move my hips faster.
A loud pounding starts on the door. The Syrian looks toward it. I shake my head, trembling slightly. Another quick shiver.
“No…” My eyebrows furrow. I bite my lip.
“Don’t stop.”
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Oddly enough I could not think of any for Chan or Flez.
Although Chan brought out my sexuality, nothing was ever emotional with him. With all of them, I think, some emotion prevailed in me at the point in time I describe above, whether that emotion was caused by the person who shared the above experiences, or someone else.
Although I know there were many intense moments with Flez, most of them are blurry, and the ones I remember clearly do not seem to fit… This cannot be right, because…
“I know the pieces fit.” – Schism, Tool