An Erotic Fantasy  

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12/7/2005 10:02 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

An Erotic Fantasy


Her bedroom is lit by a single low-wattage lamp in the corner, which barely illuminates the dim room. A dresser covered with jewelry and perfume, a chair in the corner with a stuffed animal, a queen bed with a ruffled comforter, a few black and white photos on the wall. Commonplace. A room to be found in every city and every town throughout the country. Its normality renders it non-descriptive. Yet, this room is crackling with energy and tension. A palpable electricity that lies just under the surface of the room, only perceptible beneath the skin and on the back of the neck. The source of that tension is the distance between us. I could describe her in detail, but that is beside the point. Whether her hair is long or short, blonde or black, whether her eyes brown or blue, whether her breasts large or small, are all beside the point. Her beauty comes from the animal within- clawing at her flesh to be released. She exudes sensuality. Her skin, ridged and bumped with excitement, physically demands my touch, but she remains silent. She waits for me. Her eyes on the floor. Her breathing fast. I walk toward her slowly, silently. Her body quivers ever so slightly as I approach. I place a single fingertip on her bare shoulder and we share the shock of contact. Lightly, using only my fingertip, I turn her away from me. She faces the wall. Her breathing quickens. My face is inches from her neck. She must feel my breath. Her head leans imperceptibly toward me. I run my fingertip down the length of her spine slowly. Concussions, shockwaves, disturb the electricity. Her body must be touched, must be taken. She can wait no more. The room has dissolved, our lives have dissolved. All of existence pauses. What follows is undefined in its predetermination. It is that which must follow. Perhaps she slumps to her knees begging to take me into her mouth. Perhaps my fingertip continues its path until it reaches the point at which she moans in ecstacy. Perhaps she lies facedown on the bed, thrusting her hips into the air to lure me to her back. Perhaps you will write what follows. Perhaps...

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