Reading: "Rituals of the Antithetical" from RITUALS of the ANTITHETICAL (A.Glass 2023)
Lifting up the phone,
pressing it to her left ear, she makes the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey Peter, it’s
Sandra. You wanna come over?”
“Thought
you’d never ask. Absolutely.”
“Great! Have wine.”
“See
you soon.”
“Look forward to seeing
you.”
She ends the call, smiling.
Placing her right hand onto her pelvis.
“Can’t wait to fuck
him,” she says quietly to herself.
Untying her hair, allowing
it to fall to her shoulders, She sits back onto the couch, placing
her feet onto
the coffee table. Checking her watch seeing that it is Nine Thirty
PM, she lifts the television controls and watches MTV.
“...In
other music news, David Bowie will be teaming up with the dark prince
himself Ozzy Osborne to release a collaborative single titled, Alien
Machine, Human Being
inspired, the two musicians have said, by the confirmed WOW signal.
Which as we all know now, is from an Alien
civilization, and get this, scientists say that it was sent One
Thousand,
Eight
Hundred
years ago, when the Roman Empire was still kinda young. And we only
received in Nineteen
Seventy
Seven! Yep,
there was no America and no television, and
NO rock and roll!
…” The
hosts shrugs her shoulders in a comedic way.
“...Ok. Coming up next is punk rocker and candidate to be the
next mayor of New York City, Debbie Harry with her new song, Nuclear
Lullaby…”
Sandra hears the sound of a
the intercom buzzer turned down low. She stands, opening the lounge
door and quickly making her way the apartment front door.
“Hello?” She says,
holding down the intercom speaker button.
“It’s
Peter”
“I’ll buzz you in,”
she says, pushing the unlock button for the door facing the street.
She quickly checks her appearance in the hallway mirror.
Unlocking
the front door, opening it slightly, as a man appears, with brown
curly hair, cleanly shaven.
“Gotta be quiet,
kids are asleep,” she says, as he enters the apartment. They
quickly embrace, as Sandra and the man hold each other tightly,
pushing the pelvises close together.
“Lounge room,” she
whispers, as they both walk towards where the McAllen’s lounge area
at the end of the hallway. She closes the door behind him.
“You look well,” she
says smiling, walking to where a bottle of opened red wine is, from
the cupboards above the
sink, she lifts down a single wine glass, pouring with her right hand
into the
glass.
The man eyes
Sandra’s behind and blond hair. “So do you.”
She faces the man, leaning
forward from the galley bench, Sandra hands him the red wine,
allowing her blouse to slightly open, revealing her white lace bra
beneath.
“Thank you,” he
replies.
Noticing him glimpse at her
cleavage.
Walking back around to
where the man is standing, she bends over the back of the couch,
reaching for the television controls. The man, sipping from the
wine, places his hand on left her behind, as he starts to caress her
curves. Remaining in that position, her bum angled upward, holding
the controls in her right hand, he moves around and pushes his pelvis
up again her ass cheeks. Allowing his already erect cock,
restrained by his underwear and pants, to massage her crevasse.
Moving her hips from side to side trying to add pressure to her
vulva, she stands, walking to the front of the couch as he does too.
They both sit, the man places the wine onto a coaster.
“What I said before, we
gotta be really, really quiet...”
She turns the television off. Leaning forward she lifts up her
glass of wine and has a sip, as the man strokes her upper back and
shoulders.
“...Kyle will be flying
back tomorrow morning.”
The man nods, but doesn't
reply verbally.
Sandra stands, as does the
man, taking the glass from his hand. Walking to the sink, she places
the two wine glasses into its basin. She then leads the man towards
her and husband’s bedroom. Turning off the kitchen light, they
both enter the bedroom. Pulling the covers back of the bed, Sandra
and the man begin to undress, in a relaxed, almost detached way. The
man pulls down his pants, lifting them up, placing them onto
a chair opposite to where he’s
standing, removing his t-shirt. With
only
his underwear left
on, and
a noticeable bulge from his erection. Sandra unclips her lace bra
and slides off her knickers, as the man does the same, allowing a
semi erect cock to dangle from between his legs. She lies onto the
bed, as does the man, they both embrace again. Holding each other
close, gently pushing their
hips together. Sandra kisses the man, as she opens her legs, to
which he props himself up, his penis now fully erect, angling himself
between her thighs. She reaches out with her right hand and strokes
his cock, placing the tip of his engorged penis over the lips of her
vagina, now wet with excitement. Guiding his hardened gland to her
clitoris, and around the entrance of her vagina, seeping with his own
sexual desire. She leaves his penis pressed up against her opening,
with both hands, she clutches in around his shoulders, as he slowly
lowers his pelvis, the man’s penis slides into her being. Sandra
lets out a moan. As
the relief of having his hard cock inside her, is
blissful in
its
satisfaction. Now divinely fulfilled by this man’s penis, as he
begins to move his hips up and down, gaining friction within her wet
and pulsing vagina, to which Sandra reciprocates, lifting her
buttocks upward to receive his thrusting cock, gripping around its
length. Trying to restrain their pleasure, their moans at a low
pitch, nearing climax, the man maintains his urgency to fuck Sandra
as quickly as he can. Her eyes shut, mouth slightly open, enveloped
in bliss, as the man continues in a rapid way thrusting his penis in
and out of her vagina. In one final movement, he lets out a muffled
grunt, holding himself deep within her, as she wraps her legs around
his lower waist, holding him tightly. The man’s penis pulsates and
releases its creamy ovule, flooding her inner sanctum as it clenches
around his cock. Without reaching orgasm, Sandra remains elated,
with her eyes still shut, she holds the man close, moving in unison
with him, as they gently merge their pelvises together, with him
still inside of her, enjoying the sensation of his resting cock. To
which, he then slowly withdraws, leaning himself up as his penis
slides out of her wet entrance, drenched both in their sexual juices.
Smiling at her, as she does at him. In a quiet
manner, the man dresses, with Sandra still looking up at him. As
they have had sex many times before. Now fully dressed, he will use
her bathroom and then leave the apartment.
“
Have a safe flight
back,” she says, sitting up reaching across to her crumpled
knickers sitting atop of her side table.
“I will, take care
Sandra,” the man replies, as he walks out of her room on his way to
the McAllen’s front door.
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Reading: "Rituals of the Antithetical" from RITUALS of the ANTITHETICAL (A.Glass 2023)
“Hello?”
“Hey Peter, it’s Sandra. You wanna come over?”
“Thought you’d never ask. Absolutely.”
“Great! Have wine.”
“See you soon.”
“Look forward to seeing you.”
She ends the call, smiling. Placing her right hand onto her pelvis.
“Can’t wait to fuck him,” she says quietly to herself.
Untying her hair, allowing it to fall to her shoulders, She sits back onto the couch, placing her feet onto the coffee table. Checking her watch seeing that it is Nine Thirty PM, she lifts the television controls and watches MTV.
“...In other music news, David Bowie will be teaming up with the dark prince himself Ozzy Osborne to release a collaborative single titled, Alien Machine, Human Being inspired, the two musicians have said, by the confirmed WOW signal. Which as we all know now, is from an Alien civilization, and get this, scientists say that it was sent One Thousand, Eight Hundred years ago, when the Roman Empire was still kinda young. And we only received in Nineteen Seventy Seven! Yep, there was no America and no television, and NO rock and roll! …” The hosts shrugs her shoulders in a comedic way. “...Ok. Coming up next is punk rocker and candidate to be the next mayor of New York City, Debbie Harry with her new song, Nuclear Lullaby…”
Sandra hears the sound of a the intercom buzzer turned down low. She stands, opening the lounge door and quickly making her way the apartment front door.
“Hello?” She says, holding down the intercom speaker button.
“It’s Peter”
“I’ll buzz you in,” she says, pushing the unlock button for the door facing the street. She quickly checks her appearance in the hallway mirror.
Unlocking the front door, opening it slightly, as a man appears, with brown curly hair, cleanly shaven.
“Gotta be quiet, kids are asleep,” she says, as he enters the apartment. They quickly embrace, as Sandra and the man hold each other tightly, pushing the pelvises close together.
“Lounge room,” she whispers, as they both walk towards where the McAllen’s lounge area at the end of the hallway. She closes the door behind him.
“You look well,” she says smiling, walking to where a bottle of opened red wine is, from the cupboards above the sink, she lifts down a single wine glass, pouring with her right hand into the glass.
The man eyes Sandra’s behind and blond hair. “So do you.”
She faces the man, leaning forward from the galley bench, Sandra hands him the red wine, allowing her blouse to slightly open, revealing her white lace bra beneath.
“Thank you,” he replies.
Noticing him glimpse at her cleavage.
Walking back around to where the man is standing, she bends over the back of the couch, reaching for the television controls. The man, sipping from the wine, places his hand on left her behind, as he starts to caress her curves. Remaining in that position, her bum angled upward, holding the controls in her right hand, he moves around and pushes his pelvis up again her ass cheeks. Allowing his already erect cock, restrained by his underwear and pants, to massage her crevasse. Moving her hips from side to side trying to add pressure to her vulva, she stands, walking to the front of the couch as he does too. They both sit, the man places the wine onto a coaster.
“What I said before, we gotta be really, really quiet...” She turns the television off. Leaning forward she lifts up her glass of wine and has a sip, as the man strokes her upper back and shoulders.
“...Kyle will be flying back tomorrow morning.”
The man nods, but doesn't reply verbally.
Sandra stands, as does the man, taking the glass from his hand. Walking to the sink, she places the two wine glasses into its basin. She then leads the man towards her and husband’s bedroom. Turning off the kitchen light, they both enter the bedroom. Pulling the covers back of the bed, Sandra and the man begin to undress, in a relaxed, almost detached way. The man pulls down his pants, lifting them up, placing them onto a chair opposite to where he’s standing, removing his t-shirt. With only his underwear left on, and a noticeable bulge from his erection. Sandra unclips her lace bra and slides off her knickers, as the man does the same, allowing a semi erect cock to dangle from between his legs. She lies onto the bed, as does the man, they both embrace again. Holding each other close, gently pushing their hips together. Sandra kisses the man, as she opens her legs, to which he props himself up, his penis now fully erect, angling himself between her thighs. She reaches out with her right hand and strokes his cock, placing the tip of his engorged penis over the lips of her vagina, now wet with excitement. Guiding his hardened gland to her clitoris, and around the entrance of her vagina, seeping with his own sexual desire. She leaves his penis pressed up against her opening, with both hands, she clutches in around his shoulders, as he slowly lowers his pelvis, the man’s penis slides into her being. Sandra lets out a moan. As the relief of having his hard cock inside her, is blissful in its satisfaction. Now divinely fulfilled by this man’s penis, as he begins to move his hips up and down, gaining friction within her wet and pulsing vagina, to which Sandra reciprocates, lifting her buttocks upward to receive his thrusting cock, gripping around its length. Trying to restrain their pleasure, their moans at a low pitch, nearing climax, the man maintains his urgency to fuck Sandra as quickly as he can. Her eyes shut, mouth slightly open, enveloped in bliss, as the man continues in a rapid way thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina. In one final movement, he lets out a muffled grunt, holding himself deep within her, as she wraps her legs around his lower waist, holding him tightly. The man’s penis pulsates and releases its creamy ovule, flooding her inner sanctum as it clenches around his cock. Without reaching orgasm, Sandra remains elated, with her eyes still shut, she holds the man close, moving in unison with him, as they gently merge their pelvises together, with him still inside of her, enjoying the sensation of his resting cock. To which, he then slowly withdraws, leaning himself up as his penis slides out of her wet entrance, drenched both in their sexual juices. Smiling at her, as she does at him. In a quiet manner, the man dresses, with Sandra still looking up at him. As they have had sex many times before. Now fully dressed, he will use her bathroom and then leave the apartment.
“
Have a safe flight
back,” she says, sitting up reaching across to her crumpled
knickers sitting atop of her side table.“I will, take care Sandra,” the man replies, as he walks out of her room on his way to the McAllen’s front door.
___
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