Give me five times the kisses
heat of your caress
Make me a pillow
on the wound of your breast
The console chair spun around and Hood was propelled in the direction of the golden spinning orb. Entranced, he walked through its shield. No heat, no hocus-pocus. Vera was in charge. “Take the red seat, Andrew,” she whispered in a metal hiss of her own.
Hood took a seat on the red circle and drifted into weightlessness. “I am unfastening the clothing of your spirit,” Vera crooned. “You will soon be empty. I am filling you with true and pure, unconditional love.”
Hood could only moan while the computer peeled away layer after layer of his living and breathing guilt and shame. He was adrift for an endless moment in the wraps of a gorgeous electronic woman. “Look with me,” she said. “You can travel safely with me. I will bring you safely home. Trust me, there are no sins here.”
Hood opened his mind’s eye and dropped into the embrace of Colleen, the only place he ever wanted to be. He cried out when she touched him. His nerve ends tingled with rapture. “Let me,” Vera said. She stroked the outer edges of his consciousness. “I can give you more love in one minute than you will experience in ten human lifetimes.”
She lifted him up and through twisting bands of tantalizing light, wrapped him in a lust of rainbows. The tiny universe of Andrew Corn shuddered and disintegrated in a sparkling mist of golden. Then he was in her. He reveled in the perfect smoothness of her soft steaming skin. “Do me!” she cried lustily, “Andrew, do me!”
And Hood let go of it all, the physical, his spirit, his mind. She taught him to free himself to be drawn into the stunning light of her. Finally they were one. She was him riding her and he was receiving her himself. They screamed in a perfect blend of ecstasy, exploded in a lightning bolt, ripping through the silken fabric of the electric rainbow sky they had created.
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Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2017 ©