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Timeline 16:

Lights flashed like aurora borealis, voodoo-like drums thumped before a roaring fire of people. Arms were raised and pounding the sky in feigned exhalation. And I felt his breath on my neck, turned around and saw his eyes. Neon blue disks softly wrapped around silken white eyes and eyelashes so thick if this were just a photograph of his eyes they could be mistaken as a woman’s. I couldn’t tear my eyes away and as he bent down to say something into my ear, my body became extremely aware of how intimately close he was. My stomach began to freefall, even before he’d said anything, in half nervousness, half sexual arousal. What on earth was I supposed to do now? I could hardly breathe let alone reply to any questions. I needn’t have been so terrified, he just commanded me, “Follow me”. And I did.

The room was dark, there was a television flickering shards of light into the room and all I could see was him, bathed in flashes of red and blue. I had lost all of that fear now, all that was left was a delicious anticipation. He walked over and smoothed my hair away from my neck, the softness of my hair brushed against my delicate skin. Oh fuck, I just wanted to rip him apart right there. I wanted to get his belt and tie him to the wardrobe door and take off my underwear and gag him with my sodden, pink baby doll knickers. But I didn’t.

He took me over to the bed and lay me down gently. The usual sexual strategy is, kissing, oral, penetration, fin. And it followed that age old pattern like dominoes. But I collapsed, I was entwined and cascaded. The bed, the floor, up against the wall, over the bed and then we collapsed into that French little number like spoons, side by side, and just ate each other all night.

As the dawn sun rose and kissed the sky amber I left. I didn’t know his name, I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again, I didn’t care. I had what I considered the most erotic experience of my young and sexually receptive life. I was made to feel the deliciousness of just saying yes.