Hello Mod and everyone. This is not me who write this review. Trust your judgement I can't wirte like that if you have read my previose writing. Mod, if you need prove, I can send you his email. But I have to say it is a fiction:

Giving In

My movement gave way to a cone of illumination of light from a streetlight that shown through the curtain of my third floor bedroom. This winter night had been like most in that the air was clear and seemingly lifeless like the cold, thin air of my air flights on nights I returned home. In the air, life was still and undemanding. As I thought about the hustle of an average day on the street in front of my house, it reminded me of how abundant and predatory life was, and that everyday living was akin to the struggle we all feel when we attempt to control what comes about and counts as living.

But here, instead of a ceaseless struggle for survival or understanding, it became much like the stillness at 37,000 feet. Through the tinge of light and present darkness, I felt her breath and the soft beats of her heart as I lay between her legs and made small motions with my fingers across her stomach and breasts. She laid there perfectly still and moved only in response to the smooth rhythmic movements that were trapped in step with the usual cadence of her heartbeat and breaths¡­As I moved forward and on top of her, I saw where darkness and light intermittently captured her wide dark eyes. She motioned with her arms and in complete silence to enter her cave where darkness ruled. Now the feeble light that was once my illumination faded suddenly and though  I could not see, I could only imagine the awesome stillness until I entered through where she had so deftly guided me.

I sensed my movement along a passage and found myself in the deepest part of the place that was uniquely hers, soft and smooth and moist, just as she had intended¡­ It was if I had been trapped beneath the earth and under water. And though I had known this place before, it had not been with her and if I could see, surely it would be an awesome cathedral of light and love¡­

Back above ground, I looked again into her eyes from all of the possibilities I had imagined, none compared to what I was seeing in my mind's eye. That it grows stronger with each day that passes without rival did not surprise me. I knew in that instant that this awesome wonder might be slipping away so she beckoned me to return to the real task for why we found ourselves in a mostly dark existence save the twinkle we found from the glow in one another's eyes¡­

As my consciousness returned, I reclaimed my motion and she the movements that took me deeper and made me more appreciative of what I knew was a potpourri of warmth, softness, and now a river of our juices. She motioned me to pick up the pace of my movement and guided me with her inner thighs and her leg and she pushed me deeper past a place where she had not often gone. Though I was ecstatic, I dared not to move in any other direction for fear that I might decompress in a way like a diver who tries to rise too quickly from deep water. I had learned from the past not to fight the motion that like most things in this world, a natural rhythm would take us to the place where we wanted¡­

Wasted motion had claimed even the most experienced among us. And as suddenly as it seemed calm and tranquil, turbulence moved us to another level and predictably, the explosion of passion that accompanies the spirited motion between even experienced lovers. As the evening moved into night, the light of a full moon completely replaced the dimly light street light. The way out seemed longer than the way in¡­ it was hard to create anything that rivals in magnitude the live images that traversed my brain and as fleeting as these thoughts became, I felt cheated as these sensuous depictions disappeared one by one¡­the prevailing mood left us in one of those indefinable in-between moments, the kind that bring about awkward silence but not one I couldn't comprehend¡­I thought to myself, "it's hard to know how to end a thing that didn't completely begin, you can only give in¡­." Like most things that we try to explain, the explanation lays undefined and unresolved¡­

We lingered even though we had both completely "decompressed." She motioned with a soft kiss and graceful touch to allow her to rise to the top of me. Apprehension collected in my stomach as I feared she would have to leave¡­ A branch from a tree found its way to the light on the back wall. It coursed along the entire length of the wall as if it were a picture of the place we had just been. It seemed to give rise to thoughts of a forbidden and exotic place, though deeply engrained in our thoughts; it was wonderful to have gone there. We had gone to the bottom of this place and from there we could only rise. The memory was marked by an equally strong feeling of release; it had also marked us for life¡­We had been in something that each understood, possibly something even better than love, something with its own intense and timeless web¡­What it was exactly was hazy. But it had not been nothing¡­

She whispered to me and I laughed and only said, " I've gotten soft, you know."

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