Pit’S Note Book Avalanche (Part 5)It was early evening, winter. The sun was dying slowly. Outside was white, crispy and cold. Sun and moon were bouncing over snow covered hills and making them sparkly. Inside was warm, quiet and cozy, such was the evening.
Adam and Mirabelle were sitting in the dining room and waiting for their meal. Nothing mattered for now. They felt comfortable with themselves, satisfy being in the moment. There was no run ups, no confusion, no mistakes. They felt like being together and just being in the presence of each other was enriching. There was nothing that had to be done and nothing to go for. They surfed into the time bubble and became invisible, yet fully present. They still felt the ecstasy of making love together. Happiness. Peace. Relief. Completion. Joy. This was such an electrifying experience like clash of the titans. It was amazing, so amazing to break through and reach for something that they had both tried to avoid for so long.
She was so fulfilled that she could carry his ***** in her. She felt like a full woman now, like mother earth or extremely valuable like she had positively past the most important life exam, she mattered and she was precious. She was so in love with her ***** like she respected her totally and admired what she has done. When his ***** hit her inner walls she went crazy. It was like earth would break under her and she lost touch with reality, disappeared into the thick air of pleasure. She was sitting now in front of him smiling. She could not believe what happened.
He could not escape from visions of her face when she was ******* violently. She looked at him just before she peaked in her ****** and her eyes were filled with love and abundance. She had such a desperately request in her eyes that he almost froze for a moment. She lifted her legs and caught them by her knees, like she would to increase her fertility, that way he could see her legs hidden in the stockings - especially her thighs and the edge where the stockings were touching her naked body. This hit him like a lightning and when her ***** tightened in the first second of her climax, he fired out like machine gun. She milked him quickly with every squeeze of her ***** muscles and still was pumping him more. It was extremely painful and pleasurable at the same time. She was squeezing him hard for a long time. He still felt that painfully over his **** tip and enjoyed it greatly.
“I love your ****,” she said quietly.
“Yes. It was amazing,” he replied. “I lost control.”
“Me too, “she admitted. “Sorry for swearing.”
“That’s OK. I swear a lot too,” he comforted her.
“I never heard that, “she said.
“I swear a lot when I am upset but just in my mind,” he answered her. “Why did you want to see me in the US?”
“Here is more like home to me,“ she said. “I was born here. I have my horses here, my land and quiet, innocent life. France is more of the business and craziness. I am not a big fan of **** but this is my work and money...Where do you feel like home?”
“I am homeless,“ he said. “I can’t find my place. I feel everywhere like I would sit on paper boxes ready to pack and move out. I am constantly on the go. All the time I am trying to catch something or escape from something. I have no place to call home. When I can write the rest is not important. I am in the process. I don’t bother but...I can’t write all the time.
I have home in you,” he added after awhile.
“What is your new book about?” she asked.
“I would like to write something about submissive and dominant love but I don’t quite understand how it works,” he said. “Are you submissive?”
“I don’t think that it is so important who you are. What is important is if you really love or not. You can be totally submissive only if you are in love. If you show dominance and you don’t love it can be easily treated as discrimination. Besides, I think that all these rules are more of an artificial game and life is spontaneous. Would you like to be submissive?”
“Sure. But how?” asked Adam.
“I would like to dance,” she said and left the table. She put the music on and next came slowly towards his chair and pulled him out of it.
“Hold me, strong. I want to feel your power,” she said and she laid her cheek on his chest and they started to dance…close…and their bodies were in touch…and their scents mixed.
It's four in the morning, the end of december
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New york is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on clinton street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?