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Click hereEd McCarley felt the heat of her folds radiating above his cock; he arced up to meet Sara Wood's vast oceanic pull. He felt his cock touch her lips, felt her lips parting in supplication, conforming to the shape of the head of his cock. He moaned as the warmth of her cunt penetrated the head of his cock, as the wetness of her cunt asserted itself on the fabric of time.
She felt the head of his cock as it's rim slipped past the rings of her vagina, and rise into the waiting arms of her womb. The muscled walls of her vagina gripped his cock in rippling waves. She fell down, ever downward, onto the base of his cock, thrusting back, driving her clit into his soft groin. She was daring time to intrude.
He drove his cock into her as she sank down on it, felt her contractions as the tightness of her vagina defined his progress through her womb. She began to lift, the speed of her rise not tentative, clamping down on his cock as she climbed to the light of heaven.
The arc of time stands still above two lovers. Time does not judge, does not weigh motive or intent. In the infinity of time measured between two heartbeats, two lost souls collide and dance in molecular fury, fused in the heat of love's release, bathed in the light of passion's uncertain wisdom.
I have a weakness for this kind of story, and I found it refreshing that it focused more strongly on the emotional side-there was obviously a sexual/sensual side, but you slipped slowly into that. I think some readers get so caught up in expecting just erotic sex that they forget that GOOD writing has both plot and a point, which to me always makes the eventual sex better. You did a wonderful job with both, and I thank you for the pleasure. This was lovely.
I'm so very impressed here, and touched too. A lot of Americans nowadays come across to my view as arrogant unthinkingly patriotic sons of *** .. Most are a long shot from living what's called 'the American dream' but in their minds they all seem to believe they are there, or that they at least soon will be in some extremly egoistical manner.. You do not, you seem both honest and compassionate.. That's the simple honesty that once was the hallmark of America but now are disappearing under the subterfuge of make belief.. You describe the America that exist behind the 'scene'.. Of course poverty and despair exist in all Countries, not only the States, but as nothing ever can be wrong 'over there' the poverty line gets very muddled under the denials of those patriotic citizens.. To follow the human heart can be very hard at times.. If I could give you a double hundred you would have it..Cheers Yoron
Please write on, if not this one, but I would like a part 2, then some other.
Your compassion is uplifting, we need more.
John