2.29 Ecce Love

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29. From Too Much Talk To ---

They share the French fries and Pepsi from the bottle.  Ali sits on bed and Kimura has drawn up a chair by her. The radio gives out soft romantic sound. Each concentrates on the other.

   Kimura reaches out right hand and covers Ali’s left. “Ali-san. I was planning to talk to you, once back to Tokyo, but allow me to say it now. I am too cynical, too hyper-analytic to love anyone and cannot in honesty tie up your affection.”

   “Was planning …? And, now?”

   “Now …?”  He hesitates.

   Lips meet. Holding the kiss they progress to silent touching. In Kimura’s mind is that it started as a let’s pretend love with the idea of making this blonde American put out what she had and collecting her like a rare stamp, something to boast about to the boys in the back room. Now, with this silent touching – hers, his, in sweet places – all he thought about saying is merely – Stuff! Here is the reality – mutual warmth, private touching, sexual smells of woman and man, beatings of heart to heart. And he thinks, “Why not let lust be?"

   Lips to lips they strain toward each other, his arms about her shoulders. They stand and stumble clumsily sideways. He tears her gown open and she reaches around behind him and slips the bow to his sash as they go down together.

   “My love,” she gasps. “Don’t be gentle. Be master! Love me and break me. Know every crevice and hole of me!”

   From too much talk to silent touching to pure passion to the primeval ooze! Vocalizing an atavistic rumble, he overpowers, and she opens.   

Suddenly she cries out in high-pitched short shrieks – “Ai! Ai! Ai!” – and embraces his lower part with her encircling heels while joyfully sobbing from the pleasure after the pain.

   From talk to touch to the instant when one’s orgasm sparks the other’s – the mutual appreciation of each partner pleasuring the other.  Ecce love!
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