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when I came to we were in the thick of it and I mean full throttle -- as my brain struggled to return to capacity I could discern the cacaphony of shrieks and moans utterances and oaths that weaved themselves into the humid air like wishes cast yet ungranted, derelict pennies shine on well's bottom. Something fell into place and I recognized it was her that made the sounds ashe rode me bareback like an indian brave down a rocky canyon bumpabump her fingers tangled tight in my hair and pulling hard til I realized that was hwat made me viddy the stars that danced gaily about my vision. It was my own creaky mattress we danced upon, throttling the life out've the poor thing and soaked threw besideso that it sqooshed and ghasped with each roll of our conjoined hips. And of a sudden eyewis riding the rickety rollar coaster up the ferst incline of the circuit, cottoncandy melting on my tongue and the sugarush expodes behind my eyebals just as we cap the ridge and can see to shining sea the sun tearing through the clouds with golden night light authority and my head has been submerged in molasses that tastes offer and smells offer and it tiwsts itslef in beautiful patterns before my eyes I think eye just bit a piece of my tongue off and my ears are ringing ringing with the vacuum of silense because her mouthas been struck dumb hanging open to evidence a bit of toothy grin and tantilizing pink tongue and a her back arched nipples hard and hips thrusing downward in an almost imperceivable motion like the ebb of the tide and she falls in a slow languishing movement until she lays atop my racked and broken body breathing with slow deep inhalations while I struggle to catch the breath that eludes me..."Not to ruin the moment" I say, realizing even as I do it that I have, "but I -- um -- the" she shakes her head slightly, tickling my chest wither hair. "Wood glue on steel," she says. "My womb is like an elephant's graveyard -- scattered withe bleached white regrets of those that walked proud before me." I hadn't the least inkling of what she wasaying so I let the cool dampness of her body and the soggy squish of the mattress lull me into contented sonombulence...
when I came to we were in the thick of it and I mean full throttle -- as my brain struggled to return to capacity I could discern the cacaphony of shrieks and moans utterances and oaths that weaved themselves into the humid air like wishes cast yet ungranted, derelict pennies shine on well's bottom. Something fell into place and I recognized it was her that made the sounds ashe rode me bareback like an indian brave down a rocky canyon bumpabump her fingers tangled tight in my hair and pulling hard til I realized that was hwat made me viddy the stars that danced gaily about my vision. It was my own creaky mattress we danced upon, throttling the life out've the poor thing and soaked threw besideso that it sqooshed and ghasped with each roll of our conjoined hips. And of a sudden eyewis riding the rickety rollar coaster up the ferst incline of the circuit, cottoncandy melting on my tongue and the sugarush expodes behind my eyebals just as we cap the ridge and can see to shining sea the sun tearing through the clouds with golden night light authority and my head has been submerged in molasses that tastes offer and smells offer and it tiwsts itslef in beautiful patterns before my eyes I think eye just bit a piece of my tongue off and my ears are ringing ringing with the vacuum of silense because her mouthas been struck dumb hanging open to evidence a bit of toothy grin and tantilizing pink tongue and a her back arched nipples hard and hips thrusing downward in an almost imperceivable motion like the ebb of the tide and she falls in a slow languishing movement until she lays atop my racked and broken body breathing with slow deep inhalations while I struggle to catch the breath that eludes me..."Not to ruin the moment" I say, realizing even as I do it that I have, "but I -- um -- the" she shakes her head slightly, tickling my chest wither hair. "Wood glue on steel," she says. "My womb is like an elephant's graveyard -- scattered withe bleached white regrets of those that walked proud before me." I hadn't the least inkling of what she wasaying so I let the cool dampness of her body and the soggy squish of the mattress lull me into contented sonombulence...