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Subject: Losing Mind

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Kevin

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Date Posted: 11:16:34 04/30/04 Fri

It's right after meditation and Nicole proposes a date. No preparations, I'm grasping a slender thigh with my right hand and my left hovers over her pussy, then lands. I'm remembering the form of the stroke, up down over her clit, my thumb the base adding melodies with each stroke, but then this analogy no longer applies. The sounds coming from her throat, and the sensation in my fingertips, are the only guides. Somewhere in the corner of the room my thoughts are still chattering -- harder softer, left right, -- and I am concerned because that is the me that I'll have to step into again at some point and it will know so little of anything, compared to what it pretends to.

The doubts are all true. Believe them and remain in doubt. How can you explain faith to doubt in terms that doubt will understand?

Sensation: her spot is an infinitismal point like a pin: the head of a splinter that just protrudes from the skin. It scrapes against my skin and I can feel the sensation shooting downwards into her, exquisite. Her clit is engorged, as big as the tip of my finger, I'm sculpting it as I go.

I start to take her down. "Please," she says, and I hear the rest of the sentence, "don't stop." Even as I hear my thoughts debate the merits of going versus stopping -- we go.

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