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Now I begin a bucking, sliding motion with my hips, driving those three fingers in to the centre, to pull back and out, capturing hair and stinging delight. Once more I move my free hand towards that unknown spot. I drive the index finger into my quimmy on the forward motion of my buttocks and then slowly and very deliberately start to pull it upwards through the hair and fat lips there. I am almost in agony at this self-torture. Here. I'm certain it was here. It can't be further than this. This is where it – FUCK.
As the stars begin to slowly, languorously, fade into blackness and my constituent atoms make their wending way into re-alignment, stupefied, I try feebly to sit up on the sliding wood of the chair. After three weeks have gone by, in slow motion, I pull my fingers from between my legs and – OH FUCKING HELL.
On shaking feet and treacherous legs, I slip my arms into the cool pastel dampness of my summer dress. After two attempts I open the door of the office and step forward then halt and once more, remembering why I came, let the dress fall softly from my arms. After a while I step forward on to the parquet.
Two busy-still-busy squirrels, a magpie with a silver foil treasure and a woodpigeon are my only audience as I dance from end to end of the wooden floor on my old woman's legs and young girl's gliding feet.
- COMMENTS
GeorgieHover 15 years agoAh, Gauche... I am astonished, delighted, slightly lost for words... That is a most beautiful piece of writing. You writing stands had and shoulders above the vast majority here and the wonder of that piece will stay with me for a very long time. Your style is so assured, so sensual, so different - and thorough joy. Thank you so very much!
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoWonderful, erotic writing! Vivid and descriptive; the author [must be female] paints a beautiful mural in a public place.
Thank you for, by your good grammar, proper phrasing and correct spelling, making this landscape enjoyable. Unlike 63-year-old Helen [I?m male], I believe a woman at 63 can be beautiful and seductive; let?s Glide together. [GP]
annaswirlsalmost 20 years agoan excellent read, Gauche, kept me going until the end and you know I cannot read stories on screen...
my only question is since when is 63 old? My Mom (mum) is 63 and she is gorgeous! Okay okay maybe she is an exception. No you cannot have her phone number :)
you did an excellent job with describing feminine perspective-- and that feeling of nothing under loose dress, knowing you are being watched... hmmm it's been months, maybe I out to go get my black linen out...
Excellent detail, memorable images like the magpie with the aluminum treasure.... wonderful
make it into a poem so I can read it several times without eye strain :)
