The twilight of night dawned around our 4am rendezvous... fear turns to bliss, elusive sleep becomes unforeseen mystic play... in pungent light and slow whispers, you say, "I want you to do that with me now".

This would be a night of firsts.

Competent hands form your virginal drink and we share the ancient altering, naked aboriginal spirits alone in the sweatlodge of fire and smoke, wonderment and love.... dark netting cascades upon our brown skin reality in super slow mo, draped by air mixed by my words and the stainless blades... your body writhes and I bit with a pressure that excites... and even scares me a little... pushed further by your guttural commands...

...as I demand of you .... No! ... you must refrain from that .... and you are maddened. Hunger is enhanced... your palms and soles are painted moist with want, which you place to my lips, and then... it happens.. the conclusion of all beginnings... one reached without reaching... nothing but love, biting and competent fingers upon smooth, curving skin....


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