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He doesn’t say anything but the occasional calm direction. This above all- no words.
For decades I avoided words, seeking others that spoke and understood my silent language. Then I was trained to speak in a new popular language.
“MMM I love your hard cock stretching my tight juicy cunt.” Et cetera.
Repeated exposure and training made me fluent in the new language, but it will never be as natural as my native language, seemingly comprehended by so few.
But he knows it well- watching my movements, my breathing, sensing slight changes. It’s hard to predict someone’s ability until you are there with them, in that moment, when it becomes a silent but perfect dance, or a cold, clumsy brick wall, requiring the brute force of words.
He doesn’t accept the default “performance” I employ as part of my evaluation program. He doesn’t cum in my mouth, an impossible feat for most men when I run the full program.
Calm energy, he interrupts the sequence- warm hands tightening around my feet, and legs, breaking the tension, breaking my structure. He is not sweating, yet.
A kiss that evolves. He isn’t calculating or running a program like mine. He is sensing. My program switches off- silenced by the perfect kiss- and I return to my mute animal instincts. I begin sensing again.
His hand is free, and feels the results of the ended program flooding between my legs. He probes, analyzing. He does something with his hand I feel to my core. I do not know what it is- it is his side of the conversation. I now NEED him.
No thoughts or words. This is untranslatable to English. NOW. He looks at me with love.
He hovers over me motionless. I brush his chest and shoulders, see his arms braced either side. His body is steel surrounding me.
Silence as he enters, eyes locked on mine. A softness in his gaze. Slow. Beyond slow. I feel every inch- a gradual altering of my own constitution. It is overwhelming. My flesh moves to make way for his, until we have locked.
Fully merged we push further. All objects beyond him disappear. I cannot think or construct words, even if I wanted now. There is only weightlessness and nothingness.
I wish I could stay forever here. Freed of intelligence and awareness. Safe with this creature of quiet understanding and love.
This is “sex” they say. So is what I see in video clips and speak about with countless strangers. I see.
In my car I blast the radio. I rev the engine. Killing in this skirt and heels. Fix my makeup. The warmth of him remains between my legs, now a dream fading. The program hums no glitches.
The author
Vivian began as a solo cam performer in December 2007. She currently works part-time on four adult sites and offers cam or phone sessions specializing in fetish, tease, lingerie/pinup modeling, and domination. In the future she hopes to produce fetish videos, photography, and recordings. Email: viviandoll3@yahoo.com
