
       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            Laz,  I  have  a  friend you may want to meet. She is a very
       interesting  person.  Her name is Mei Ling. Her mother is Chinese
       and her father is a British diplomat. She was educated at English
       and  Swiss boarding schools. When not in school she spent most of
       the  time at her grandparents compound in Hong Kong. She is quite
       beautiful.  Very  tiny,  though she is 18, people sometimes think
       she  is  even  younger.  She  has  a  problem though. She is very
       brilliant  (she  is  at  Princeton  studying mathematics) but has
       never been allowed contact with boys. Now enrolled at an American
       University,  she is very shy and lonely. She tried going out on a
       few dates and was horrified at the crude behavior of the kids she
       was with so different from what she grew up experiencing. But she
       wants to overcome her timidness and learn to fit in. We discussed
       her problem and it seems to me what she needs to do is meet a man
       mature  enough  to be very patient with her and help her overcome
       her  inhibitions.  Would you be interested in teaching the art of
       love to a 18 year Eurasian beauty? Or do timid virgins bore you?


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Your  friend  sounds  like a very interesting young woman. I
       don't  think  I  have  ever made love to a virgin, so I certainly
       cannot  present  any  credentials.  But you are right that I am a
       very  patient  lover  ... and do not even really feel the need to
       consummate  an  intimate  relationship.  Mei  Ling would be quite
       content  with  me,  knowing  that she would not be pressured into
       'putting  out'  for  me. I imagine us having a quiet dinner at my
       favorite  restaurant  ...  the  rooms  are  small  and  quiet and
       designed  to look like a small study or library. That decor would
       appeal  to her studious ways. I would hold her hand if she wanted
       to,  or  stroke  her back and murmur pleasant amusements into her
       ear. Do you think she would want me to come in when I brought her
       home?


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            It was a delightful dinner. Mei Ling found it easier talking
       to her older companion. Very different from the boys her own age.
       Though  her  Oriental  instincts and her quiet ways make a better
       listener than a talker. A moment or two of discomfort would occur
       when  she would become aware that he was looking into her eyes. A
       practice  common  to  the  West,  but  it still would bring out a
       natural modesty and she would feel herself blushing as she looked
       away.

            But  now  that  dinner  was  past  and they stood before her
       apartment  door she was torn with indecision. She didn't want him
       to  leave  yet,  but she was not that ignorant of the world, that
       she  knew  what might happen if she allowed him in. She found her
       hands  shaking as she fumbled with the key. Her voice was so soft
       it  was  almost  inaudible, as she invited him in. Even after the
       words  came  out she felt as if another had said them, shocked at
       her own behavior.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Mei Ling's hesitancy would be immediately apparent to me ...
       and  my  own  shyness would make me very reluctant to enter. I am
       not the forward type at all, and I am quite likely to run away or
       at  least pretend disinterest at the slightest hint that I am not
       wanted.

            The  only  thing that would save the evening would be if she
       and  I  had  at  least  held hands during some part of the dinner
       hour.  I would be trying to hold her hand at the door, and if she
       kept  the  grip I would allow myself to be led inside. But if she
       dropped my hand, I would make an excuse and leave.

            Inside  the door, though, I would gain some small measure of
       self  confidence.  I would not let go, but would instead pull her
       gently  closer  to  me. Being very careful to allow her plenty of
       room to escape, I would hug her softly and brush my cheek against
       hers. My lips would linger on her cheek, inviting her to turn her
       face more directly towards mine ... to kiss her mouth softly.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            You  can  see the shyness with which she invites you in, but
       remembering  her  tiny  hand  in  yours at your earlier date, you
       decide  it  is  not  you she fears, but merely the newness of the
       situation.  To  refuse  her  invitation now would just add to her
       shyness in the future. So you follow her in.

            Mei  Ling is now faced with a situation familiar to her only
       through  the  cinema.  It  is hard for her to think, her heart is
       pounding  so. Not knowing what to do, but not wanting to appear a
       child in your eyes she tries to master her emotions. It occurs to
       her  that  in  the movies one would offer a drink now and perhaps
       play  some  music. She asks what would you like and suggests that
       you select something from her record collection to play while she
       gets  you  what you want. She disappears to the kitchen where she
       stands for a moment eyes closed trying to collect herself.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Mei  Ling  is  obviously  nervous.  I  am no expert in human
       relations,  but  even I could feel her slight tremor and hear how
       shaky her voice has become. Knowing her to be only 18 I would not
       expect  her  to  have  any  alcohol  in the house. She seems very
       pleased  ...  even  relieved  ... when I ask if she would enjoy a
       late cup of tea.

            While  she  is  in  the  kitchen,  I move to her stereo. The
       equipment  tells  me  a  lot  about her ... and so does her music
       selection.  I  can  see  that I am looking at a large part of her
       private  life.  There  is  almost  nothing  I  recognize except a
       well-kept collection of operas and classical music. I become lost
       in  wonder  and  strangeness  as I sit cross-legged on her rug...
       reading  unfamiliar  labels of British groups. I feel helpless to
       select anything.

            I  sense  her  return.  She sits on the floor behind me, but
       very  close  so that she can lean forward to read the labels with
       me. I can hear the sizzle of water in the stove.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            Mei  Ling  considers  the records for a moment. "Nothing too
       heavy,"  she thinks. "Perhaps Dvorak. Yes, perfect." She puts the
       record  on  the  player  but  while doing so accidentally brushes
       against  her  guest  still  seated on the floor. A rosy hue comes
       over  her  alabaster  skin.  She  feels incredibly warm. As he is
       still  sitting  on  the  floor,  she  sits there across from him.
       Trying to find a demure position for her legs. Having a diplomate
       for  a father she was schooled to cover nervousness with dignity.
       She  closes her eyes for a moment and tries to concentrate on the
       music. She feels the soft brush of lips on her cheek.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            I  am very much aware that Mei Ling is a novice in intimacy.
       And it is clear to me that I have been chosen by her as her first
       ...  but  that this choice could be revoked in an instant of poor
       judgment on my part. The thought flashes through my mind that she
       is  much  like a hitchhiker. She has her thumb out ... and trusts
       that  if I stop to pick her up I will take her where she wants to
       go  without  harm.  I,  in  turn,  am  intensely  aware of a dual
       responsibility:   If   I  refuse,  the  next  person  might  have
       dishonorable  intentions  and  might  use  her roughly with great
       harm.  If  I  accept,  I  must drive very carefully ... two lives
       would be at stake.

            She  sits near me, legs folded neatly, back erect, head held
       high  ... and her eyes are closed. The desire to kiss her lips is
       strong,  but  I  prefer  a safer course ... and I lean forward to
       brush her cheek softly.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            As  she  feels  his hand on her cheek she covers it with her
       own;  looks  at  him  and  smiles.  She  feels  she  ought to say
       something  but  is  not  sure  what.  "  I  like you, a lot," she
       whispers.  Having  said  that,  she  doesn't  know if she sounded
       childish.  Strange  how  his touch sends chills through and warms
       her  at  the  same  time.  She looks at him and feels like she is
       drawn  toward  him, like a satellite caught in a gravity well, an
       invisible irresistible force.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Mei  Ling's  words of encouragement leave me no doubt that I
       am  welcome to proceed. But I feel insecure and helpless. How can
       I possibly approach her without frightening her? Suddenly, almost
       as  if  I  were  saved  by  a  bell, the teapot begins to whistle
       shrilly.  Her  eyes  open  wide ... and she quickly runs into the
       kitchen.  I  follow  her, and nervously poke through her cupboard
       looking for teacups and spoons.

            When  the  preparations are complete, aroma of tea beginning
       to fill the kitchen, I lean back against the kitchen counter near
       the  cups.  Mei Ling keeps her hands busy swirling her bag in the
       hot  water.  She  is  right next to me. Her thigh brushes mine. I
       take her arm and gently guide her closer to me. My face lowers to
       her  cheek  ...  and  she  softly  meets  my lips with hers. I am
       embarrassed  that  her  thigh is now pressing against my hardness
       ... as though my intentions were being betrayed.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            The  kiss is sweetness itself. Mei Ling puts her arms around
       his  neck  and  tries to hold the moment. The feel of his manhood
       hard  against  her  thighs  is  not unnoticed, but ignored as she
       concentrates  on  the  kiss. She breaks for a moment and is drawn
       back to another kiss. This time she parts her lips slightly as he
       is and feels the soft touch of his tongue.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Mei  Ling's  kiss, chaste at first, is nevertheless exciting
       enough  to  make  my  heart  pound. I feel dizzy, forgetful about
       breathing. When she slips her mouth away I feel abandoned ... and
       I  gently pull her back for more. I am ecstatic when she responds
       more  fully  rather than with resistance. Her lips part slightly.
       The  tip  of  my tongue gently brushes against her now moist lips
       ...  and with an almost electric connection is met just inside by
       the timid tip of hers.

            My  arms  slide further around her back, crossing behind her
       as  I  wrap  her  small  body close to mine. But our kiss goes no
       deeper.  For  a very long time, we explore each others lips teeth
       and  tongues  with  soft  delicate  peeks ... as though afraid to
       intrude, yet curious as kittens.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            His  arms  around  her  is like being wrapped in a cocoon of
       warmth.  The  kiss goes on. Neither desiring to move or break the
       spell.  It is minutes before at last they reluctantly move apart.
       Her  nervousness though not totally gone has been pushed into the
       back of her mind by the bond formed by that lingering kiss.

            They  leave  the kitchen now and sit on the couch, closeness
       to  him seems natural now and it is but minutes before the kisses
       are  resumed  with ever more passion. She feels his hand start to
       touch her neck and shoulders and briefly her breast.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Hand  in  hand, we return to the living room. I know that we
       left  the  tea  behind  us  ...  but feel that it was only a prop
       anyway.  I  carefully  sit at the end of the couch, so as to give
       her  the option of sitting at the far end herself. But her choice
       is  to sit much closer. I am thrilled as she joins me even on the
       same cushion ... her thigh is pressed against mine ... her breast
       against  my side ... and her arms reach around my neck to draw me
       once  again  into  another  kiss. I stroke her face as her tongue
       probes mine more boldly.

            As  my  hand  wanders  downward to her shoulder ... then her
       side  ...  I  am  pleased that she pulls me deeper into the kiss.
       Then,  ever  so  softly,  the heel of my hand brushes against her
       breast.  As it passes over her hard nipple she nips lightly on my
       tongue and begins to hum ... or purr ... softly.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            Mei  Ling's  hand  is  at  the  back of his head to hold the
       closeness  of  the kiss. The kiss feels so natural and the warmth
       spreads  lower  through  her  body.  His  hand  on  her breast is
       exciting.  He begins to nuzzle her neck and she feels butterflies
       in  her stomach as he begins to unbutton her blouse. She is aware
       now  that  the direction is set. Tomorrow she will be a different
       person. But she doesn't care. She needs his closeness.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            I  know that I am being given a big green light ... that Mei
       Ling is planning to proceed with her plans for the evening. But I
       am  not  so  sure myself. There is still a big difference between
       her  expectations  and reality. I truly want her first experience
       to  make her eager for more. Yet I am aware that this is so often
       not the case.

            There  is  still  room  to  move  events  forward ... but my
       freedom  of  direction  is  being  narrowed.  Even  as I begin to
       unbutton her blouse, I know that she must be encouraged to take a
       lot  more  initiative. I limit my intimate exploration by undoing
       only a few, and softly teasing her breasts through her thin bra.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            Mei  Ling  at  first  is  relieved when he stops after a few
       buttons.  They  continue  kissing as he softly explores her small
       breasts.  But  as  the  kissing  continues she discovers that she
       wants him to continue undressing her. She wants to feel his hands
       on  her  flesh. They kiss some more and he kisses her neck. Still
       he does not go further.

            Part  of  her  now  wonders  if  she  must  do  something to
       encourage  him.  This is unexpected. Having been used to the idea
       that  men  continue  aggressively  until  firmly  prohibited.  On
       impulse she rums her hand softly down his body till she until she
       can feel the bulge in his clothing. She has by this now announced
       her  awareness and acceptance of his intentions. And she has also
       admitted to herself her own desire.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            I  am  startled by Mei Ling's boldness. I had hoped that she
       would  perhaps  unbutton  my shirt ... and I am taken by surprise
       when  her hand firmly grasps my hardness. I moan in pleasure, and
       return  her  firm  grasp  by  sliding  my hand inside her bra. My
       fingers flick and squeeze and tug her nipples as she continues to
       massage me through my pants.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            Mei  Ling  was  startled by the intensity of the reaction as
       well  as  her  own  boldness.  What was meant to be a light touch
       turned into an exploration. Curiosity and something else prompted
       her  to continue. The obvious pleasure he showed when she touched
       him  encouraged  her to continue. Kind of scary how large men get
       was a thought that flashed and lingered in her mind.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            A  lot of my misgivings about this evening were gone by now.
       Where I was ready to run away at the slightest hint of reluctance
       or  rejection  at  first, now I was confident that Mei Ling and I
       would  truly  go  the full trip tonight. Her hand on my hardness,
       exploring  its  length  and  shape through my pants, convinced me
       beyond  any  doubt  that  my desires were not unwelcome. She knew
       what  I  wanted  to do with her ... and she invited me clearly to
       proceed.

            I carefully took both of her hands in mine, and stood up ...
       pulling her slowly and gently up with me. I wrapped her slim body
       in  my  arms.  My hands slowly slid around her back and sides and
       hips  and  buttock  as we lingered in a passionate kiss. I pulled
       the  silky  material  of her skirt upwards ... until it was up to
       her  hips  ...  and then lifted her slight body off the floor. As
       she wrapped her legs around my hips, pressing her panties against
       the front of my slacks, I carried her into the bedroom.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            She  now  felt  a  naturalness  to the flow of events. As if
       there  were  no  will  involved,  just  a response to a dance now
       begun.  His  gentleness  as  he  lifted her gave the security she
       needed  to  make  her want to cling to this man. To get close and
       trust  him. She lay her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes,
       and did not open them until she felt him put her down on the bed.
       She  lay  there  watching  him undress fascinated and curious. In
       Hong  Kong  she had seen nudity before. Orientals are less modest
       as  dictated  by circumstance. She noted some differences. He was
       certainly  hairier  than others see had seen. She wondered if see
       ought to remove her own clothes, but she was lost in her thoughts
       and  inclined  to  let  him  remove  them. Somehow though wanting
       events  to  continue their was enough residual shyness to let him
       lead.  Before making a move she would remain frozen waiting for a
       sign to know what to do.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            I  laid Mei Ling on her bed, and kissed her tenderly. I felt
       that  the  best  course  of  action  for her peace of mind was to
       express  confidence  in our plans. Hesitation on my part might be
       mistaken  as  rejection  of her. I preferred to open myself up to
       vulnerability  by  undressing myself first. I can imagine that if
       she  were  laid  bare  while  I was clothed that she might become
       afraid. In the dim light from the living room, I removed my shoes
       and  socks,  shirt  and  pants. Standing over her in only my dark
       briefs,  I  tried  to  appear  simultaneously  masculine  for her
       arousal,  and  tender  for  her  comfort ... sort of like a macho
       kitten.

            I could see the glint of light on her eyes. She was watching
       me  with  half-concealed  interest,  but  did not move to undress
       herself.  I  sat  next to her and began removing her clothes. She
       cooperated,  but  almost  as  though she were a little girl being
       undressed  by  her  mother. It was only when I tugged her panties
       off  her  hips that she began to show some initiative herself ...
       her  hands moved to my lap as I sat beside her, and while pulling
       down  on  the  elastic of my briefs her other hand freed my penis
       from hiding. We were both exposed to each others full view.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            The  spark of playfulness shown as she removed his last item
       of  covering was replaced by a sense of yearning. Not for the act
       that  she never experience and had trouble fully envisioning; but
       for  a  physical  closeness  that was impossible with intervening
       garment.  She  wanted  the  feel  of  his skin on her hers. To be
       touched,  caressed  and  fondled.  And  she  wanted  to touch and
       explore  him  in turn. But what she needed most at the moment was
       the  resumption  of  the kiss. She reached up and pulled his head
       down to hers. Their lips joined.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            As  we kissed, I moved to lie down beside her. Once again my
       arms wrapped her small body tightly, hands soothing and caressing
       her  within  the  limits of that embrace. I was not in a hurry at
       all,  and  I  settled down to gently explore her mouth with mine.
       And  even  though  my  arms  pressed  against  her sides and back
       tightly,  I  did so in a way that allowed her front to touch mine
       with  only  feather  lightness  completely under her control. Her
       nipples  brushed softly against my chest as we lingered in a long
       kiss that buried each of us within the other.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            His  arms  wrapped  about  Mei  Ling  as  they  rejoined  in
       passionate  kiss.  The  hairs  of his chest tickled her sensitive
       nipples  and  she  tightened  her  embrace to move closer to him;
       pressing  her  body  into his moving as close as she could. Their
       lips  left  each  other  as he started to kiss her neck. He could
       feel  her hot breath in his ear. He slid downward, gently rubbing
       her  breasts until his mouth found her delicate pink nipple which
       he  began  to  lick  and suck, alternating his lips on one breast
       than the other.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            As my mouth nursed on her nipples, and my hands massaged and
       kneaded  and  rubbed her breasts, I could feel her body straining
       to  press closer to mine. Her soft moans inflamed my passion, and
       I did not want to wait any longer. My thigh pressed between hers,
       and  she rubbed her moisture all over it in firm grinding pushes.
       I  needed  her  now  ... but still needed to know that it was her
       choice to consummate the act.

            With  my  mouth  still sucking on her nipples, I rolled over
       and pulled her on top of me. Her legs straddled my sides, and she
       slid down until the hard tip of my penis was brushing against her
       wet  folds.  She  began to rotate her hips in increasingly harder
       rubbing.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            For  the  first  time in her life she was really aware of an
       emptiness.  As  she  rubbed  against  him,  his  hardness rubbing
       against  her,  stimulating her, she rotated her hips enjoying the
       sensation.  She  wanted to feel him inside and so pressed down in
       an  effort  push  his  cock  in.  There  was  a slight feeling of
       discomfort and she knew that he would have to do it, she wouldn't
       be  able  to  do  it this way. She rolled over putting him on top
       again. "Please," she whispered, "Now."


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Nothing in my life had ever prepared me for this experience.
       Yes,  I  had read one paragraph in Playboy 25 years earlier about
       how  to  make  it  easier the first time. It said to put a pillow
       under  her  hips  ... and I did that with my fiance 25 years ago.
       Maybe  it  worked,  because there was neither resistance nor pain
       back  then, or maybe her hymen had already been broken. All of my
       other knowledge came from hearsay or stories ... I feared reality
       would be much more traumatic.

            Grasping that small ray of hope for easing any discomfort, I
       gently  explained the purpose of the pillow as I helped her slide
       it  under. Mei Ling tilted upwards as far as she could. I lowered
       my  weight  upon  her, pinning her legs, knees raised, beneath my
       chest.  Once  again,  the  head of my penis found her opening and
       began to part it. I lowered my mouth to hers ... and slowly began
       to  bear  down  harder  and harder. I could feel her wetness, and
       began  to  bounce  up  and  down in a gentle screwing motion. The
       springiness of the bed and pillow allowed some play, and a lot of
       the  action  was  now  'Just  the  pink  part."  But  I knew that
       something  would give soon under the increasing pressure as I let
       more  and  more  of my weight fall on her. I could only hope that
       she would gain some pleasure from the friction.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            Strange  conflict  in  her  head,  wanting  the  feeling  of
       completion  fearing the pain. The tenderness with which he placed
       the  pillow did a lot to help her relax under his gentle assault.
       He  was  pushing  in  slowly. In a little and out gaining farther
       each thrust. And with each of his movement there was a feeling of
       pain  though  not  so much that she wanted him to stop. It seemed
       long,  but  in reality only minutes, until he was deep inside her
       and  stopped  his  motion  to  enjoy  the feeling of being deeply
       joined.

            She  could  feel the wetness on her cheek from the tears she
       couldn't  stop as he was gaining entrance. But in this moment the
       hurt  was less and there was pleasure in the feeling of fullness.
       She  smiled  at  him to tell him that she was okay. He kissed the
       tears  from  her cheeks. And began to move again. The pleasure of
       this  to  her  was slight, as still there was pain, but enough so
       that she was certain that the next time would be a very different
       story.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            I had expected sudden progress, as though breaking through a
       snapping  hymen. Instead, it seemed only as though I were working
       my  way  deeper  and  deeper  into  a confining space. When I had
       penetrated  as deep as I could go ... not for hitting bottom, but
       rather  her  having taken my entire length ... I finally realized
       that  the  crisis had passed. I paused, and opened my eyes. I had
       been  concentrating  so  hard  on  being  gentle  that  my entire
       consciousness  had  been  centered  on my penetration. Her cheeks
       were wet with tears, but her smile told me everything was ok.

            I  moved slightly within Mei Ling, and could see a twitch of
       discomfort  on  her face. But as I froze again, she moved herself
       ...  causing  more  twitches voluntarily. I imagined that it must
       feel  a  lot  like scratching a raw itch for her. I was no longer
       sure  that  all  of  the  moisture was lubrication. My own sexual
       needs  were  very  demanding  ...  and I was torn between rubbing
       myself  inside  her  to  my own completion, hoping it would be at
       least  pleasant  for  her  ...  or  just  lying there motionless,
       holding her in my arms with me inside her until we fell asleep.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            The  sweetness  of  motionless joining was seductive, to lay
       there  like  this  for  hours. But instinct and a growing need to
       complete  what  she  started  pressed  Mei  Ling to start her own
       gentle  movements.  As the pain was less she could concentrate on
       other  sensations.  She  wrapped  her  legs  around his waist and
       locked her lips in kiss with him again.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Mei  Ling  made  the decision for me. Her rocking motion was
       insistent,  and I could not help but respond. I was sure now that
       the  evening  had  nothing but pleasure ahead ... although I knew
       that the chance of her actually achieving an orgasm was slight. I
       began  to  concentrate  on merely lasting long enough to give her
       that  chance.  It  took a tremendous amount of willpower to relax
       some  key  muscles  while  continuing  our accelerating pace. Her
       muscles  clasped  my  hardness with exquisite tightness and heat,
       and I felt faint.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            The moistness increased as feelings of pleasure counteracted
       the  remaining soreness. Not having to fight the pain caused some
       relaxation  and  though  her  tightness  remained  it  was within
       tolerable  limits.  As  he  kept  up  his  pace  increasing  only
       gradually,  she  was able to get some real enjoyment now.Her body
       was  slick  with  sweat  where  his  body  covered  hers. She was
       starting  to  feel  a  warmth  in  her  loins,  a quivery feeling
       previously  unknown to her. She pushed her hips upward toward him
       quickening the motion.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            Her  upturned  hips allowed me to slide deeper. The pleasure
       was  making  my  eyes roll ... and I could not help myself. I had
       reached  the point of no return. My hips began to shift into high
       gear,  and  my  strokes  became longer and harder ... I buried my
       face  between her neck and shoulder, and I began to lick and kiss
       her  soft  flesh.  My arms tightened around her back, lifting her
       body upwards to crush her against my chest. I could feel her soft
       breasts  and hard nipples clearly ... every nerve was alive as we
       slid deeper and deeper into each other.


       From: Demeter
       To: Lazarus Long

            She  was  overwhelmed by her feelings, as the first waves of
       orgasm moved over her. She couldn't think her mind a blank now as
       all  the  feelings  of her body took over. She was aware he, too,
       had  passed the point of no return. They shared the final moments
       of their passion and collapsed together exhausted.


       From: Lazarus Long
       To: Demeter

            I  could  not  believe  that  Mei  Ling  was coming, but her
       movements  and  passion  were unmistakable, even as my own climax
       took  over  my  body. The rush of pleasure, pounding and spurting
       inside  her,  in  combination with her own cries of pleasure were
       more  than  I could bear. I whimpered and cried out and fell upon
       her  in  my passion ... opening the gates of my emotional as well
       as  physical  release.  My lack of restraint was embarrassing ...
       and  as  the  waves subsided I closed my eyes and lay upon her as
       though drained of power. Mei Ling wrapped her arms tightly across
       my  back,  and  pulled me down onto her as though she would never
       let  go.  We  lay  there in warmth and tenderness and silence ...
       drifting in and out of reveries and sleep.

