A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled.

‘Just ready’ he said

Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.

She could see in his black eyes a regularity of forbidden entry.

A blue smile formed on his lips as his tongue peaked like a clitoris out at the side.

‘You like this lady’

Catapulted back to a time when this was forbidden, she thought of her life where pleasure was non- existent where even the thought was a sin.

Rory the first was tall and lugubrious with shadows in his eyes and want in his mind. She was reflected in him as a towel of sensuousness sheathed her. Her body immersed in his organs folded by his skin wrapped up in turgid tenderness.

He was using her she knew-being useful made her forgiving and giving.

‘Ok’ blackman interjected her thoughts and said to indifference ‘pass me the towels’

‘You ok on your own to lift her out’

‘Of course, what’s there to lift only a bag of bones’

Indifference laughed at his sarcastic shallowness.

He brushed off the languid lips again and played using the back of his hand over them an oceanic symphony.

She wanted to explode and rise up-her body confused felt hot-her head fell back-it was too much-her heart beating hard-breathless he covered her mouth with a sponge-she came.

This is death she thought-

I want to die now