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It hit me all at once, and I had to get up in
the middle of everything and find some privacy. I went to the Shrine
of Privacy. I went to the restroom.
I walked in and entered the only stall and leaned against the cool hard cinder block wall and felt it pour out and back in and swirl all around me, the warm wet electiricity, if there can be any such thing, and gasping, I faced the wall and let it take me. I could feel the press of a hungry mouth on mine and deepening tongue and the grip of strong arms and hard muscle. I felt piercing eyes and hot hands and my own responses, it got all blended together, my breath coming in gasps, lungs likely to burst, that twisting feeling wringing like a washcloth all my innards, right down to the most electric ones. Eyes closed, my neck arched back as the ghost lips seared my throat and collarbone, my breasts pressed the wall, feeling only muscular chest. I was utterly enveloped in this embrace and it went down deep into me as well as all around me. I turned my back to the adjoining wall and felt my knees weaken, my back arched, my hands to my breasts, stifling a whimper, feeling taken, completely taken in every sense. I began to sink down, feeling the phantom body melding into all my crevices, entering me, then enveloping and then entering again, being with me, being around me, being in me. Every nerve was alive, every muscle tense but fluid at the same time, yeilding to the waves of possession, my body still sinking until I sat on my heels with the hard wall behind me. Lips and fingers, face and legs, all there, all there. The desire I'd been harboring for so long was leaping out of me to join this ethereal lover and the whole energy of it possessed me, lifted me, wrenched me, knocked my breath out and made my head swim and finally, sorrowfully, it was over. I was left breathless, crouched in the restroom stall, against the wall, saturated with the residual energy of it, not understanding a thing. I got up and rejoined the group. |