In a private moment.

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There we stood facing each other, kissing as we always did, playing and tugging at our clothes as if we were experts, but neither of us was committed to removing a thread of clothing. We’d been in the room for almost half an hour before she took a step back and slowly unzipped her skirt. It fell to her feet. She then reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, pulled a strap over each of shoulder and then extracted it through one armhole of her top. She dropped it to one side, came back to me, gave me another long kiss and then lifted her top over her head.

And there they were. For the first time since entering puberty, two new butterflies emerged from cocoons. They unfurled their wings and revealed nature’s wonder. I wanted to stare at those two beautiful butterflies forever but politeness lifted my eyes to hers. I watched her turn and walk towards the bed. She sat on its edge and gestured for me to come over.

Before I’d considered what I’d do when I’d got there, she’d already reached for my pants—pulling them down, manoeuvring them over the throbbing obstacle in front. It bounced up into sight and I wondered what she thought of it. Did she see an emerging butterfly too? I couldn’t tell. She was just as kind and lifted her eyes to mine. I suppose she felt the same mix of politeness and shyness.

I undressed myself completely and looked at her lying down on the bed. She smiled back. She had one tiny triangle of fabric left on her body—a cocoon that covered one last emerging butterfly. She kindly lifted herself so I could take it off… and there it was, perfect and pure. I managed a new state of hardness after that.

There are no words to describe how the uniting feels, not really. As it is, uniting does it no justice. Forget about lovemaking, sex, fuck and orgasm too, the difference between going in and being in is so great that it consumes every bit of text in a dictionary. There are no words left for what comes after. Everything else is just that, beyond words, beyond precious!

So it was that within the blink of an eye, in our private moment, we crossed over and left our childhoods behind. We had transcended. We walked as adults. Soon Nina’s sanctuary became mine to visit time and time again. It was something Sam never offered. She never had any to give. Come to me Saturday! Come to me now! Show me the feast and give me the sanctuary I know Nina has waiting for me!

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Tease Torment

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I kissed her face, pulled her away from the wall further and then slammed her body against it even harder. I enjoyed the sensation of the hot air escaping from her mouth onto my face. I thrusted my groin into hers again and waited for the sounds of pleasure to rise. She groaned and beckoned for more. I wanted to slam her into that wall just to find out if she was even capable of saying stop. A crack even developed in the plasterboard. I remembered having to tell myself to settle down. I didn’t want to break my new toy. I don’t know how many times I pushed her against that wall but I do know she didn’t object to any of it.

And I never noticed when my other hand found her bottom. It’d become buried somewhere inside the cleft. I extracted it and placed it above her left breast. I unclenched my other and let go of her blouse, smoothing its creases across her chest. I placed my hand under the breast so that the fabric hugged its form tightly. I stared at it for a while, admiring it, especially the bit where the nipple altered the cloth’s shape ever so slightly. What a magnificent thing that nipple was, perfectly designed to attract a mate. A mate had certainly found it. One was making use of it. One was taking the time to appreciate its perfection.

She opened her eyes and looked down at me quivering. “What are you doing?”

‘Tormenting you.’

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She shuddered. “It’s working.”

She began to wriggle. I moved in closer and said to her softly, “Don’t move.”

“Why? Are you going to torment me like this all day?”

“Don’t speak either.”

(…more here.)

Reviewing SEETHINGS!

Shazam! A reader has provided the first review of my novel SEETHINGS, posted at GOODREADS sometime yesterday!

If you love reading books about Sex, Lust, Murder, Psychopaths and Mystery you could read the Bible but that’s too long and boring. So instead read Seethings, the new book by author Michael Forman. It’s got the lot and more. You’ll be glued to the pages right to the very end. A very intense psychological story with twists and turns when you least expect them. A very good first novel. Well done Mister Forman.’

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