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It may have been inevitable, film student fucking engineer. The preambles – a blearily shared table at the coffee house, three dates of increasing depth and complexity, were suitably theatrical, the dynamics elegant. I, all angles, levers and fulcrums, modeled mental French curve templates over her skin as she revealed all of it to me for the first time. She in turn watched me, as if through an ocular, expression archival, as if recording me for playback. Differing backgrounds and tastes and opinions fuzzed and statticked onto an interference pattern of desire, and we found ourselves that fourth night, poised, achingly hard, droolingly wet.

We both knew what we wanted, and both knew we would get it. from two near-orthogonal directions, two different root motivators, we converged in action. There would be time – and need – for frenzy later. Now, our first intersection was something else. With the taste of her fresh on my lips we both watched, perspectives narrowed to a few arc seconds, as the lust-beaded tip of my cock first kissed between her vulva. Animal parts of both of us wanted to rut, and would soon, but this first moment, the physical, the electric pleasure of it had to share mind-space with the sheer hydraulic beauty of sinking into her, fraction by fraction.

Our foreheads touched as we both watched. I could almost hear the whir of the camera behind her eyes, capturing the moist stretching of her lips, the steady envelopment of hard flesh in soft, the shuddered breaths we both took, the infrastructure of our physicality poking through mesmerized intellect. Each for our own reasons, that first interpolation took over a minute, and every second of it is etched in my sense-memory. It was only when our pelvises pressed hard together that we moved to look wide eyed at each other and smile at our unspoken parallels.

Then, with each successive breath, I watched her observer, her recorder, fade; pupils dilating, lips parting. I knew – I felt – the same thing happening to me. Vectors bent, resonances unsynchronized, logic and order became immaterial. Our lips found each other’s in an undisciplined, chaotic kiss, and we moved with instinct only. The rest was pure, nondimensional, unencapsulated, unmappable.

It was, and is, our meeting place, where our worlds become perfectly congruent.

We visit it often as we can.

About Monocle

I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse. One third of The Erotic Writer blog.

9 comments on “Fraction

  1. paul1510
    February 28, 2011

    I like this, the language makes it even hotter, words turn me on, what a perv. :D

    • Monocle
      February 28, 2011

      Thanks, Paul. We’re all word pervs here.

  2. ximenawrites
    February 28, 2011

    My God, Monocle, this is so beautifully written!

    It made me restless with longing for that one long, shuddering expelled breath before giving in completely to lust.

    • Monocle
      February 28, 2011

      I do love that moment. I know I’ve written about it before. We do seek to describe such a simple, common thought in so many ways, with so many different words.

  3. dani
    February 28, 2011

    {raising hand as a word perv ~ always seduced by the words} like the last sentence {smile}

  4. jenin
    February 28, 2011

    I’m reading this right now in obligations and contracts, and the only legal term I could think of was “assentio mentio” or the meeting of minds. It’s curious how it starts off mechanical, and maintains this style throughout the piece, and yet it ends with the feeling of a lover’s caress. Like a sigh. I’m sure you meant that. So yeah. hehe. Go You!

    • Monocle
      February 28, 2011

      Thanks. That is very much what I was trying to do. I’m glad it seems to have worked!

  5. Lady Grinning Soul
    March 1, 2011

    Spectacular use of language.. so intense and focused. I adore this.

  6. Squeaky
    March 1, 2011

    Beautiful, Raz. Simply beautiful. :)

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