## Archive-name: mental-mists

From: e0038@telly.on.ca

Subject: Mental Mists

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The following is a work of fiction. I release it to the public domain anonymously. This work may be disseminated only by electronic means (with the exception of temporary hard copy), and may not be published for profit in any way. Feedback via the r.a.e. moderator would be greatly appreciated.

Mental Mists

A (*-W E T-*) Ink Product

From the mists of your mind, I silently find you, alone again. I steal from nowhere to touch your shoulder from behind. You whirl around to see me, knowing who I am, and where I came from. What wonders will your imagination bring you this time? Allow me to show you...
I am, as you made me, tall, powerful, and staring at my shadowed face, you feel a chill run down your spine, settling between your legs as a distracting tingle of excitement.
With a careless jerk of my head, you are made naked before me. My nudity also is revealed, and I see you drinking in the sight of me like a sweet liqueur. My eyes smolder as they meet yours, and I smile slightly, knowing all too well just what you want.
I step toward you, but I do not touch you, yet. I examine the smooth skin of your forehead, the wisps of hair at your temples, the soft flesh behind your ears. You feel my breath tickle your skin, and I hear your sharp intake of breath as my lips brush your neck.
Now I hold you, lightly, and you clutch at me desperately, assuring yourself of my reality. I feast on the skin on the nape of your neck, tasting the delicate hairs there, smelling the subtle perfume of your body.
The heat that rises from you is palpable, and I absorb it, adding to my own essense by it. I stroke the side of your face and your shoulder, feeling the muscles go limp beneath my fingers as I move. Your breathing becomes ragged, and I pull you close to me. Your breasts press firmly against my chest, and I stroke your back firmly.
My lips finally seek out yours, and our tonuges war fiercely. It is a battle that we both will win, though, and as I look deeply into your eyes, we share a knowing smile.
We relax, supine, and our passion mounts as we explore each others' bodies with our eyes, our hands, and our mouths. The skin on your legs springs up with goosebumps as my fingers trail lightly up your thighs.
I feel, rather than hear, your gasp as I touch your essense with my mouth, tasting you, rolling your sweet flower across my toungue. You move in slow, flowing rhythms, as my exploration continues. My hands open you to me, and I penetrate your center with a movement of my mouth.
I feel your response against my lips, taste the fluids of your pleasure trickling down my throat like a rare, sweet wine. The sounds of your passion have aroused my own response, and I release you for a moment.
My kisses move up your body, stopping here and again to force your body to writhe in pleasure. Finally, I am kissing the hollow of your collarbone, and you feel me probing gently at your entrance.
By this time, your body is shaking under mine, and I claim you with an excruciatingly slow stroke, savouring the sweet look on your face. My hands seek out yours, and I hold you gently as my mouth finds your lips, and we share a slow, lingering kiss.
I move in you, slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency, matching the bucking of your hips. I can feel the tightening in your belly, and my own zenith approaches also.
Like a wave breaking on a storm-swept seashore, we reach the pinnacle of our adventure together. Holding hands, we survey the landscape of the imagination together, merged as one, as we fill each other's souls, meshed with our own.
We drift into a dreamless sleep together in an intimate tangle. As you slip into unconsiousness, you feel me squeeze your hand lightly, and you squeeze mine in return, smiling.
You wake, as you slept, alone in the darkness of your bedroom. Your body is covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and you can smell the musky scent of sex heavy in the air. Your sheets are tangled at the bottom of the bed.
As you lie there, recalling the passion you felt, a breeze whispers past your ear, "Another time, perhaps..."

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