He and I eat sushi while we wait for her to come over. I told her to bring the dildo I gave her, the one that straps on and penetrates her so she can get fucked while she’s fucking someone else. I told her I wanted to teach her how to use it properly, and that we’d use the boy to do it. She always comes right on time.
We are aquaphiles, teraphiles, pyrophiles and aerophiles. We shamelessly hug trees, massage the Earth with our feet and talk erotically to plants. We are skinny dippers, sun worshippers and stargazers. We caress rocks, are pleasured by waterfalls and admire the Earth's curves often. We make love with the Earth through our senses. We celebrate our E-spots. We are very dirty.
The boy was a knot of body impatient, fiddling with a string of orgone cream from the corner of his light mouth, the lip of his groin where pant meet thigh rubbed raw from sweat and summer cotton. All of his being wound up in a coil of lust, less cannonball than catapult, a man-ancient mildew encrust itself round the vision of what he sought. His body were bare like satiety never touched it, dew of a clenched appetite, each gut wanting to be fucked in turn like under his skin you could see the nerves crawling thirsty. No jelly on his flesh yet his hot mind flanged at its hinge, his brain the only bit of fat for quivering inflamed with a surge he’d cut off his tongue to learn how to speak its name. Bored stiff, vacant with boredom, the boy thrust out into the night a flightless dove offered to freedom.
I think you’ve felt me reaching inside you. I’ve made my way to the core of your being, and I’ve gotten hold of it with an immovable immutable vice hold. What I mean to say is, I have you. I have you from the inside out. And I’m not letting go. I will make sure you always feel it.