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Bored babes

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The mild winter began to recline into the arms of an anxious
spring. Jim opened the door to approach his car for the trip to
his office, as his nostrils were welcomed by the fragrance of the
changing season. His heart was light, and he had a bounce in his
step. The conversation that occupied the previous evening was
music to his ears.

Marilyn, a computer bulletin board friend had agreed to meet
him for the first time. She wanted to know more about the use of
hypnosis in sex. They had shared many thoughts on previous evenings. Some were simply warm and friendly, and others were
downright steaming. They had discussed everything from children
and pets to jumping one another’s bones. (more…)

Sex with a married man

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This last weekend was a surprise for me, the first time I’d
“done” a married man (though god knows I’ve looked at ‘em in the
past!). When it was all through, though, he could say he’d still
been (mostly) faithful.

I threw this small party for a dozen or so friends Friday
night, sort of a kickoff for the July 4 weekend. John came up
from The City, on his way to the Sierras for a weekend’s
backpacking, something his wife never really liked. I think she
went home to mother, or somesuch. Anyhow, the party went late,
and when it was breaking up, John asked if he could stay on the
sleeper in the living room, rather than try to drive on at night
to a dark campground. I said sure.
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Get a hand into his pants

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The Rainbow Wizard carefully packed away his guitar in its case, and
closed the lid. He hefted the case easily in one hand, and smiled sweetly at
Flower. “I had a wonderful time this evening,” he said, “And I hope that we
can do it again sometime soon.”
“Oh, I’d like that,” Flower replied, picking up her own guitar. “It
was wonderful meeting you. I was beginning to feel like I wasn’t going to make
any friends here at all. Well, goodnight!” With a wave, she turned and was
gone, guitar case banging against her knees as she strode toward the elevator.
The Rainbow Wizard watched her leave, his smile contemplative in a
manner only practiced by those in the Messiah business. After a long moment,
he sighed gustily and turned to Mary Magdalene, who’d packed her guitar away
and was standing with her arms crossed, looking at him with an expression that
would curdle fresh milk.
He smiled at her disarmingly. “What’s wrong, my love?”
Mary Magdalene didn’t even wind up. One strong fist came up in a blur
and caught the Rainbow Wizard right in the gut. He stumbled backward one or
two steps with a grunt of pain, stumbled over a coffee table, and fell
backward onto it, then onto the couch behind it, with a clatter. (more…)

Threesome Hot Wife Tale

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You may remember Easy, that I had met your lady (whose name is also
Renee) when she was wearing those great little dolphin shorts and
riding her bicycle, and I was out running. We had had a wonderful
time that morning, as you may well remember. Well, I was pleased
when Renee called, and asked if I would come over and help her with a
surprise. I agreed, and went over to her place. Renee was looking
just great, in a knit tank top, shorts, and sandals. I asked her
what the surprise was, and she said “Well, Easy has been asking me to
shave my pussy, and I finally decided I would to surprise him. I
liked yours from the last time we were together, so I thought you
might help me.” I said “I will be glad to” also remembering the last
time we were together. Renee then said “What do we do first?” I
said “Get an old sheet, the cream you use when you shave your legs,
and a fresh razor.” She did, and then we went into her bedroom. We
spread the old sheet over her bed, and I told her to get undressed. (more…)

The Three Of Us

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I await for Sam to get here. An old friend dating back for some
35 years. I do not know what happened to him, flying high on the
Texas oil boom for so many years and now without a penny to his
name, I do not really feel sorry for him but I can not leave him
in the cold since he really wants to come back to the area to
live. Hope I can help him get back on his feet!

Its around 9PM when he arrives, his gleeful smile and happy-go-lucky
attitude mask the depression he must be feeling. “Hi Dan how’s every
little thing?” he asks then turning to her he say “Hi Karen”. My wife
does not want him staying with us as she feels that the drain on
our finances will be to great. She manages to utter “Hello Sam, glad
your finally here we were worried about you on the long trip!” What
tripe but it sounded warm and friendly, what more can I ask for. “Let
me show you to your room so we can put you bags there and you can get
use to a hard floor under your feet again.” I said feeling happy that
all the ill had been melted and things were off on the right track! (more…)

Gays in the lockerroom

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Marty Carlson couldn’t believe his eyes. He had only been
working as waterboy for The Longhorns, the football team of
Leland College, for two daysnow, after Coach Keeley allowed
him to work of his required physical education credit by
working maintenance for the team. Two hours a day with all
those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained
uniforms for Marty to take to the laundry hamper as they
snapped wet towels at each other’s asses, asses hairy and
smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of
the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held
firm, full baskets of prime meat which Marty had to restrain
himself from reaching out and grabbing. He had been trying
not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player’s
muscular torsos and especially the showers full of
glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into
right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows
of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead
mirror that ran the length of the locker room). (more…)

Mike the shy guy

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Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a
vivacious, outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When
they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being
something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd.

Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it.
Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because
his wife liked to go and he usually wound up in a small group
talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But
tonight Mike was enjoying himself. (more…)

Watching Thru Window

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The sun was just starting to set as the cab dropped me off
on the corner of my apartment complex. I’d been flying all day
and was dead tired, all I was looking forward to a hot shower and
a warm bed.

I closed my front door and collapsed into my easy chair for
a few minutes to rest my feet. I disposed of my high heels,
dimmed the light next to the chair and fell back with my eyes
closed to let the hectic day I’d had disappear along with the sun
that slowly drifting below the horizon. I could still see rays
of sunlight peeking across the roof of the house next door.

I must have fallen asleep there in the chair, because when my
eyes opened again, it was dark outside. My own living room was
dark as well, the only illumination coming from a window in the
house next door.. (more…)

Hot July

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Jenny was hot.

It was 90 degrees outside, the air conditioner had broken down,
and what’s more, she hadn’t had any sex for more than two weeks,
her boyfriend having gone away on a business trip. It was the
middle of a sweltering Saturday afternoon, and she sat alone and naked in
her apartment, the heat making her body shine with sweat.

She thought about her boyfriend, and the night before he left.
Her mouth filled with saliva as she remembered the taste of his
cock on her lips. She moaned and slid one hand down to her cunt,
tenderly stroking her clit. Her other hand cupped her full breasts,
pinching the nipples erect. Her cunt filled the air with the sweet
smell of sex as she got excited. (more…)

Long Island Couple

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I don’t remember exactly how you first approached me. I do remember the
business meeting when you first came in and I noticed how tall and interesting
you were. Not classically handsome, but striking. Such a welcome relief from
all the others. Your sense of humor and your incredible Dutch accent were all
so very intriguing. We were gathered in a small resort on Long Island, in the
dead of winter.

After the mandatory cocktail hour and the never-ending dinner we assembled as
if on command in the bar and that was the first time we had a chance to really
talk. It seemed no time before we were dancing, and you were asking probing
questions. I also remember you stroking my thigh under the tablecloth as the
V.P. was grilling me for specific information about my area of the country.
No fair, no fair, at all!! (more…)

Cyber Meeting

Cyber Meeting
By: abhishek singh
Hello all ISS readers! I am back again with a hot sizzling story. As you knows me IТm Abhishek Singh 18 male living in Delhi near mother dairy of Pandav Nagar. I will hope that u will enjoy the story. Mail me any comments, queries or anything on lusty_passion@hotmail.com or lusty_passion@rediffmail.com.
any female who wants some fun can mail me too.
Julia and Rose were two college roommates, both girls came from big cities on opposite ends of the country. Their first day of college when they met in their dorm room for the first time they felt they hit it off well and would become good friends. Both girls were highly into computers, both of them brought a technical arsenal matching that of a NASA super computer. Their toys ranged from camera’s to joysticks to hot new graphics programs and high speed machines. It was most obvious these girls weren’t joking around when it came to their hobbies of web surfing. They both decided for the better of their relationship, so as not to have to fight over phone or computer usage, to keep both computers and get separate high speed Internet connections for each. They spent many a nights that year surfing the net giggling over Internet porn they’d happen upon and meeting people in chat rooms on the Internet.
One night both girls sat quietly at their desks the occasional giggle coming from them as they typed away clicking madly. Each girl had decided to experiment and enter a chat for Lesbians and Bisexual women. Each girl had met someone they found to be very interesting. Night after night they met up with their “cyberdates” and chatted for hours into the night. The next each kept the topic of their chat to themselves in fear of revealing to their roommate the interest they had in the same sex.
Rose would casually pass on little clues to Julia about who she was talking to so much on her computer, and Julia would do the same keeping the information they shared limited to general things. Then one day Julia let it slip she had been talking to another woman by saying “her” in one of her sentences when talking about her friend. Rose surprised but happy that she was talking to a woman also let out how she had been talking to a woman too. The two giggled and went on saying little things about their cyberdates each one happy for the other.
Months went by and so did the nightly meetings, nothing personal had yet been passed between the girls and their cyberfriends except age, sex, and the common knowledge of their interest in women. So they decided to get a little more personal each girl told their cyberfriend how they would like to meet. The news that their cyberfriends lived in the same town came as a great and most welcome surprise to them. So they decided to meet at a local night club and see if they could recognize each other without the help of knowing before hand what the other looked like. So each girl dressed up in their sexiest night clubbing dresses a little stunned that they had both made plans on the same night but letting it go as a coincidence since it was a Friday night. They each made their way to their destinations in their cars.
Julia reached her meeting spot first and entered the club crossing the crowded dance floor to head for the bar. Soon after Rose reached her destination and went in deciding to stay close by the door in a booth so as to see all the people who came in and try to spot her date. As the night went on and minutes turned to hours they became a little uncertain about meeting the person they came to meet. Julia deciding to take a break and head for the bathroom to freshen up when in midstream she bumped into Rose of all people who was on her way back to her booth from the bathroom. Surprise turned to glee in both of them seeing how they had met someone that night they knew and felt comfortable with. Not much was said as to why they were both there but they decided to sit together and talk while they waited since the night was still young.
Hours passed by and their dates where nowhere to be seen, suddenly Rose turned to Julia and asked what brought her to this club on this particular night. Julia’s confession that she had come to meet her cyberfriend her came as a stunning surprise to Rose as she burst out, “Me too!” It didn’t take long for them to put two and two together and realize that the people they had met in the chat room was actually each other. Laughter burst from both of them in embarrassment as they went on confirming their sudden realization with details of their conversations.
A bit of shyness and embarrassment also took hold as they recalled some of the hotter topics of their conversations. The two decided to make the best of the night and hang out at the club together having drinks and dancing the night away. Later on they each drove their cars back to the dorm arriving at the same time and walking up to the room together. After the long night of dancing they felt a dip in the hot tub would be a great way to relax and loosen up before bed. They both changed into their bikini’s and took their towels and head down to the hot tub. To their luck no one else was around and they had the place to themselves. After setting the tub’s temperature they both slipped in and sighed in unison as they relaxed in the hot water and let the jets work over their tired muscles. Rose turned to Julia and brought up how funny it was that of all the people on the Internet they managed to find each other. Julia agreed and they both laughed about it for while commenting about the oddity of it all and how slim the chances were.
Then Rose mentioned the conversations they had, in particular the sexier ones about what they would do to each other. Rose then asked Julia if she felt the same way now that they knew who they were talking to. Julia a bit buzzed from the alcohol simply answered by reaching over and pulling Rose to her kissing her deeply.
Rose’s eyes went wide as she got pulled into the deep kiss, the surprise let way to pleasure as the answer she got was the answer she was looking forward to even if it was a bit more forward than she expected. Rose then leaned over and began to kiss Julia softly on the neck and along her face then on her lips for a long deep passionate kiss. Her hands roamed all over Julia as they kissed and she pulled down Julia’s bathing suit top and massaged her breasts pinching and pulling her nipples while still kissing her.
As they kissed Rose sucked Julia’s bottom lip a little, then as she broke off the kiss she moved down and lifted Julia’s breasts to her mouth kissing them. Then taking one of her nipples into her mouth Rose began to suckle it hard and passionately. Soft moans vibrated against the areola of Julia’s nipple as Rose suckled on it her hands pulled off Julia’s top completely and then moved down her body to pull her bikini bottoms aside and gently begin to rub Julia’s pussylips while still suckling on her nipple. She then switched to her other nipple and suckled on it equally as intense for a while. Rose’s fingers dipping into Julia’s pussy rubbing around inside hooking them so she could rub Julia’s g-spot and try to make her cum right on Rose’s hand. Then Rose stopped and pulled off her top to rub her breasts all over Julia’s as she took her into her arms and grabbed her ass massaging it while kissing and suckling her neck. Then Rose pulled off Julia’s bikini bottoms and lifted her up to sit her on the edge of the tub, meanwhile Rose slid off her bottoms so they were both naked.
Then Rose kneeled between Julia’s legs and proceeded to eat her pussy like nothing Julia had ever experienced before. Suckling, licking, nibbling all over Julia’s labia and clit Rose’s tongue flickered over her sensitive clit while her fingers held Julia’s pussylips wide open. Rose’s fingers traced up and down her labia while she suckled on Julia’s swollen red clit. Then lightly Rose teased Julia’s asshole with her finger, rubbing the tight little rim in circles and dipping the tip of her finger in. Rose then moved her tongue down and licked Julia’s pussyhole dipping her tongue inside and licking around, then to try and drive her crazy Rose used the very tip of her tongue to flick against the tiny sensitive slit of Julia’s peehole.
She continued this as Julia screamed in pleasure and ran her hands through Rose’s short thick black hair. Rose then run her nails along Julia’s inner thighs still eating her pussy and tongue fucking her till she couldn’t take anymore and began to scream loudly convulsing with multiple orgasms. So then Rose began to finger fuck Julia with two digits, her middle and fore finger, again and again deep and hard while Julia was cumming. Rose licked around her fingers against Julia’s labia and clit tasting her sweet cum as it ran in streams down the sides of her pussy coating Rose’s hand and mouth.
After letting Julia settle down from cumming Rose pulled her down into her arms and held Julia close between her legs in the water kissing her softly as she panted and caught her breath. Soon after the two gathered their clothes and dried off to head back to their room. They decided to push the beds together in their dorm room and sleep with each other for the rest of the year making Rose and Julia’s freshmen year of college one to remember always.

Cyber Meeting

Sister of my Mom

Sister of my Mom

A Story By

Ravi

My Name is Ravi. I am 23 years old now. This happened to me when I was 18. That
time I was looking for a job after my college. I was staying in my Mom’s sister’s
(Aunt) house in the city attending interviews. My Uncle is a Sales Representative.
He will be out of town for at least 25 days a month. My aunt was 28 years old that
time. She is really beautiful and sexy. Especially I love her boobs. Her boobs are
really huge and those two can not be kept with in her Bra and Blouse. Most of the
time when she is doing household work her saree can not cover her big boobs and
her cleavage is always feast to my eyes. Strong and beautifully shaped thighs. Her
tight ass is a bit big but goddamn sexy. All the males seeing her will definitely dreams
about meeting her nude in a bed and fucking her real hard. No exceptions.

Then think about me. She is my fantasy gal. I know she is like mother to me. But
couldn’t resist my Instincts and always I was dreaming about her. To tell you the
truth I was dying to have sex with her but always scared and think about the
relationship between us. Most of my masturbation sessions in the bathroom that
time were thinking about her only. I was just waiting for the right time and
opportunity to have sex her. I was getting excited just by seeing her. Believe me she
is so sexy and her body is well shaped.

One Friday morning I was sitting in my Bedroom and reading a Sex magazine I got
it from my friend. My uncle went on a tour. (as usual). Aunt yelled "Ravi , can you
help me?I have to go to the Groceries." I went down the hall to her room. She was
standing with her back to the mirror, looking at it over the shoulder. All she had on
was her black skirt and white bra. Aunt ’s got a pretty good figure. It’s
complimented by her beautiful hair. She’s average height (I’m a little taller now),
with great legs, and large breasts. She has mostly 36D cup bras in her drawers. She
is always trying to do something about her butt although it looks OK to me. She had
both hands behind her back, working on the bra hooks. Her boobs were pointed
straight at me as she looked over her shoulder. I stopped at the door.

"Come here and hook this will you? I’m late." She turned her back to me, still
holding the ends of the bra straps. I stepped up behind her with my heart fluttering.
I had seen my Aunt in her bra before but always just for a second as she crossed
the hall or pulled on a sweater. Now I was standing right next to her and able to see
the bra in detail. The bra had four metal hooks and one was bent down. I slipped a
fingernail under it and lifted enough to get it hooked. She turned around with a
blouse in one hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She put the blouse on
and buttoned it. During that brief period I was able to look right at her boobs in the
bra cups. The bra was rather structured with lots stitching for reinforcing. The
bottom half of each cup was solid fabric. The top half had panels of lace. I could see
skin thru the lace. She disappeared down the hall and left home to the groceries.

That was the first time in my life I saw a female like that. That too my fantasy lady.
That morning I had an Interview. Later in the afternoon she got home just as I did.
She asked, "How did the interview go?" I said "OK, they said they would get back
to me." Aunt said "Come and tell me all about It." as she walked to her room. She
sat down on the bed and pulled her saree off. I was standing near the door. She
stood up and walked to her closet unbuttoning her blouse. I was tempted to leave as
she took it off and hung it up. She said, " Well, what did they say? What type of job
is it?" "They gave me some stuff to read. They want someone to stock sheaves in
the evenings." I said, not really thinking about it. I was more interested in watching
her. She was now dressed much as I had seen her that morning, with just the skirt
and bra on. She reached back and tried to unclip it. I held my breath. Would she
really take it off while I was there? She continued to struggle with the clip, her back
still to me.

"Darn, the hook is still stuck. Can you get it?" I stepped forward again, always
ready to assist. It was easy to unclip the bent hook but I took my time. "Well, did
you get the job?" She stepped into the recess of the closet and dropped the bra off
her shoulders. I was off to the side a little so I could see the side of one breast under
her arm as she reached up for a nightie. What a sight it was. Her breasts hung
down some and swayed as she moved. "They look… Ah they’ll call me next week." I
stammered. Aunt pulled the nightie over her, covering up."That’s wonderful.
Thanks for helping." As I turned to go she threw the bra at me "That’s one of my
favorites. Can you fix it?" I looked at it for a second and said " OK" smiling at her.
she laughed, undid the nightie, opening it, and retying it. She had opened the nightie
wide, enough for me to see both breasts and her black panties. The breasts were
tipped with wide pink circles around the nipples. They were beautiful, even for the
fraction of a second I saw them. The nipples themselves were flattened into the
breast. The pink rings were maybe two inches across. The boobs sagged a little and
were big enough to touch together. I had to leave quickly, feeling rush of heat in my
crotch.

The next day, Saturday, Aunt was home all day so I didn’t even have a chance to
jack off with her bra. I had played with her silky panties before but never tried her
bras. The silk and nylon of her panties rubbing against my cock turned me on and I
usually would cum quickly. I had to be careful not to get my cum on them. While I
was fixing the hook, I felt and touched the entire bra, concentrating on the inside of
the cups. Aunt had an early dinner ready for me. She was in her nightie, her hair in
a towel. Her eyes were her best features, next to her tits, at least to me. Today, she
had even put on lipstick. She didn’t put much makeup on when it was really hot but
it would be cool in the theater. I sat down to eat, thankful that she would be gone so
I could jack off without interruption.

“Ravi, did you fix my bra? Can you bring it here?" Shit, she wanted it back. No
problem, I could play with another bra when she left. I could see her from the back,
sitting at her dresser as I walked down the hall to my room for the bra. It looked
like she had on panties and inskirt over them. She was naked from the waist up,
facing the mirror, doing her nails. Wonderful. I got it and walked into her room.
She now had her hands up, blowing on the nails to dry them. From where I stood,
her arms blocked her reflection in the mirror. I walked up behind her. Looking
down over her head, I could see the reflection of the breasts perfectly. She said
"My nails are wet. Can you carefully put it over my arms for me? Careful." She
raised her hands.

It took me several tries to get the bra right side up and all the straps straight. All the
while I was staring at her tits. I was getting hard inside my lungi. The bra finally fell
in place and I hooked it without being asked. She stood up and turned to face me.
"Close but not quite." she laughed. I was already looking at her tits. Neither one
was in the cup. Both were half pinched out at the bottom. It looked like it hurt. She
still had her hands up in the air, like a surgeon. "Could you please pull the bra
down?" I hesitated a little trying to decide what to touch. I grabbed the straps
under her arms and pulled. It didn’t work, she just leaned into me. I pulled on the
center, between the cups and on the side. She fell on me again. She was laughing
now. I suddenly felt very hot as my face turned red.

She said "I’m sorry. Reach in back and unhook me and put it on right." To do this I
had to put my arms around her, pressing my chest against her boobs. I unhooked it
quickly. "The girls will love you." She said, stepping back. I put one hand under a
breast and pushed up, pulling the cup down over it. This was the first time I had
ever felt the bare flesh of a tit. It felt soft but heavy. The underside was warm,
maybe moist with sweat. My forehead was sweating and my heart was pounding. (more…)

Learning to please

Learning to please
By: ISS
Beauty is an aphrodisiac. A warm, humid breath whispered from lungs pumped with hot blood. To feel it against the skin, is to know a wisdom in passion. What is there to know beyond knowing passion? In a whisper of breath, know the nature of beauty: it is the joy of pleasure, of souls feeling a heat to the skin. In such a way, Alexis understood passion: that it is a physical energy for spiritual consumption. “I’ve felt my body sing while making love,” she was saying, “but too often that song drowns that of the soul.” “It ’s easy to bring bodies to orgasm,” said Ilene. “Perhaps the song you want to hear is in the lingering notes of a body seeking release, in its yearning. What if the body craved release so badly that it looked to the soul as a lover?” There was no answer to Ilene’s question: the experience was the answer. “I would die to feel like that,” Alexis said. The thought was abstract, but it stroked her body’s length like a silken dress falling from her shoulders. “You’ve already begun,” Ilene replied in a smooth voice. “Needing is receiving. Let need be the giver. Would you like me to guide you to the feeling?” Alexis’ paused. What did the question mean? Did Ilene intend to make love to her? “I don’t know,” she said flatly. Ilene smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to touch you. This isn’t about my passion at all. But I can guide you to your passion. Beyond that: I can show you how to make your soul cum.” She looked directly into Alexis’ eyes. “You feel it in your thighs now don’t you?” “Yes, a little,” Alexis said uncomfortably. “Why so inhibited by the simple need of your body’s pleasure? In fact, why not dwell in it and feel it as a pleasure in itself? It is a nice feeling, isn’t it?” “Very nice. But with you watching me so closely… I don’t know. It all is very strange.” “I’m your guide. I must watch to take you where the feelings are centered. Let’s break the inhibitions. Free your mind of stupid shames. Tell me about the feelings as they come to you. Be open and honest. with me. If I know where you are, I can help you take the next step. Will you do this
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Song Of Lust

Beauty is an aphrodisiac. A warm, humid breath whispered from lungs pumped with hot blood. To feel it against the skin, is to know a wisdom in passion. What is there to know beyond knowing passion? In a whisper of breath, know the nature of beauty: it is the joy of pleasure, of souls feeling a heat to the skin. In such a way, Alexis understood passion: that it is a physical energy for spiritual consumption. “I’ve felt my body sing while making love,” she was saying, “but too often that song drowns that of the soul.” “It ’s easy to bring bodies to orgasm,” said Ilene. “Perhaps the song you want to hear is in the lingering notes of a body seeking release, in its yearning. What if the body craved release so badly that it looked to the soul as a lover?” There was no answer to Ilene’s question: the experience was the answer. “I would die to feel like that,” Alexis said. The thought was abstract, but it stroked her body’s length like a silken dress falling from her shoulders. “You’ve already begun,” Ilene replied in a smooth voice. (more…)