It's so quiet, if you take out the scream of the air.
It's so smooth.
The cabin is mostly empty.
I could almost be mistaken for thinking that I am in limbo.
I'll be honest, I usually inebriate myself to the point of emotional ecstasy.
But not this time. I almost believe what I feel now, that this is my rarified air home and there is nothing else.
There is the knowledge that I will soon meet a new town and that brings a flash of excitement.
And there is the memory of revealing the truth to Mon Amour. That when she got off me after riding me to the point of orgasm (she can never quite get there, in her whole life) she lay in front of me and the vagina being open, frightened me. Like the fleshy jaws of an octopus that will strangle me. I admitted it for the first time in my life, there is this point in sex where I am disgusted.
Which of course I can't get my head around because of all the sights that one can see on this amazing planet, nothing compares to luscious valleys of the vagina and the taste of a throbbing clit. Nothing, absolutely nothing. And yet, when the tunnel opens, my stomach drops.
I told her this on the day I left. And she gave me a viewing. Then my daughter woke up and it was over.
We were left with such a beautiful feeling. Something simple, lightly sexual. I love her.
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