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Vera lowered her leg down from Lex's shoulder, fully feeling the strained stretch in her hip down her thigh and calf. She wrapped her legs around him and raised herself up. Reclining to balance on one arm, her entire body writhed and undulated against the now kneeling Lex. His eyes froze, unable to blink, unable to turn away from the display before him. As one who reaches out to touch a dream, Lex traced his fingers up Vera's stomach to her ribcage and around her back to further support their precarious position. Inevitably, they gave in to their own weaknesses, repeatedly collapsing, rebuilding in various positions only to fall into the inevitable end. They both slid into a fatal embrace, each killing the sense of self in the other, losing out to the moment.
No words. Not even a name crossed either set of lips.
When Vera left Lex's house the next morning, she inhaled the crisp scent of cool autumn air tinged with the sweet decay of leaves. For once, she was all right about being uncertain about the end of things. As far as she was concerned, the beginning and the end of Lex happened in that one night.
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Vera sat up suddenly. She had not gone back to her place that morning as she had believed earlier. It took her a good moment to figure out that she had fallen asleep on Jim's couch. Sore and slightly disoriented, Vera made her way back to her apartment.
- COMMENTS
gdavisover 18 years agoIts good to read somebody struggle with describing something more than the emotions of orgasm. You do a great job of conveying the mind of your main character while on another level expressing your opinion of writing as the author.
Of course as often occurs in first person stories the other character comes off incomplete, there's nothing that makes him anything more than an idea. And on a trivial level (which I only include because I know you take your writing seriously) "imbibing" is a poor word to use in place of drinking it comes off as unnatural or at least something a person who doesn't drink would say, which doesn't work for the character who is portrayed as being a knowledgeable drinker. A professor once told me not to get caught up with smoke and mirrors, that the art can end up concealing the story.
But again I point that out simply because the writing overall is so good, and so unusual for this website. I'm envious of how well you are able to construct a sex scene that is more than just a instruction booklet type description. And the the psychology of the main character (whether personal or not) is not only intricate, but illustrates the confusion that is so typical in the irrational world of human mating.
