September 24, 2004 9:43PM

The world had contracted down to this microcosm of ecstasy.

There was some point, between when his hesitant fingertips had brushed my cheek and now, his body pressed along the length of mine, having somehow snuck his hips in between my legs, that I had thought ‘This is a bad idea.’ The thought had dissolved with the rest of the world, the only noise the hum of the air conditioner rattling in time with the throbbing of my heart.

I arch my body, pressing my breasts more firmly against his chest, wondering what the hell I was doing.

There is something brutally sexual in the way that I can feel every curve and muscle in his body, even though our clothes. Everything hurts, from the dull ache in my heart to the fire in between our bodies.

There was anger, too; my mind reeled, ideas surfacing then being swept away. I was conscious of an accusation, for only a moment, before it was lulled away with the rest of the world, ripped from my brain with brute force by the feel of hot contact on my neck.

Everything hurts.

A Note From the Author:

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this... This is a snippet kind of story, I'm playing this completely by ear. I'm telling the story like your watch a silent slideshow of photographs. You know what's going on, kind of, but you don't get the whole story. The dates are VERY important.

.:mina:.