three ways

by Stark

Posted to Stories on 2002-05-27 11:54:00

Parent message is 193690
look at it, sitting there, phallic and yellow, a severed organ
he winces at her, issueing a smile in her obersvant eyes, and a pout of pain from her mouth. He laughs, as she lifts the fruit up for him, holding in front of his eyes.

its so sexual, he continues, not because of anything to do with the banana itself, but because of us! Us, jenn, you and me. He giggles, shuddering.

Sexuality as the very base of it Jenn…

She rubs the leathery fruit off his cheek briefly, teasing him with its texture.

Sexuality is probably the most potent of all the impulses. Deep, the sound of pure bass, pure depth. Another truly spiritual energy, giving by biology, for the continuance of cosmology, a purring motivation, piston propelled.

Piston… she repeats, in a whisper, looking at the banana in her hand, looking at it in a different light now, a devilish curve appearing on one side of her mouth, her brow coming to overshadow her eyes.

If only i could hold it, he murmers, struggle beneath his contraint, shuffling his shoulders and neck in tension.

I’ll hold it for you, she says, with the same mischievious smirk as before, this time with added intent.

I wonder, he says, matter-of-fact.
Do you. she says reflecting his tone of voice.
I do. he replies, smiling, matter-of-factly.
Really! she says, smiling back, nodding at him matter-of-factly.
Then they laugh together, Jenn throwing the banana on the table between them, and, rising over it, reaches to give him a hug, allowing him to lean into her breast, hearing him sigh with emotional pleasure.

Let’s go outside.
Okay, he responds, holding her hands at he attempts to stand, without loosing his balance.





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