I will be doing regular readings of all my books from the last Ten years, in lieu of my new book "Coeval of the Hedonic" (A.Glass 2025) which needs to be settled for at least a month, before the readings will begin. Reading: "SATRAN KAEVON" (A.Glass 2017)

 Professor Miller maintains his firm pump, as he fucks Ainslee with a hard resolve, sliding against her wet, soft and gripping folds. She feels an urge to be penetrated deeper, an enthusiasm without self abandonment. Ainslee allows the steady rhythm to escalate. Her release is near, as she feels the rigidness of his penis, nearing orgasm. Both of them locked into a conjoined movement, she positions herself up slightly from the pillow with both her arms under his shoulders, her eyes shut, holding onto her lover. As she begins to whimper, with pleasure that is beyond bliss – an orgasmic release that seems in perfect harmony. Both fucking like the end of the world is near, yet not distracted, focused only on that brief moment of sexual joy. Immeasurable within the Universe, solely a divine human experience. Professor Miller feels the tension building within his lower abdomen, that tingling of his inner thighs. As does Ainslee, "Oh, oh..." she whimpers, building steadily into a loud moan while she grips hard around his cock, as her orgasm hits her, gripping and releasing around his cock, which continues to thrust momentum. Ainslee yells out, as her final intense contraction hits her. She feels her whole body reverberate a feeling of pleasure beyond this world. Professor Miller pumps once, twice, then pushes upward in a weighted intensity of release, delivering into Ainslee's quivering canal his creamy liquid, in successive grunts he pumps upward into Ainslee's throbbing center, holding an impaled thrust, as each spurt of semen ejected from the tautness of his balls. Their breathing in sync, as they remain connected within the final moments, maintaining the last esthesis of intense pleasure – that will soon fade. Ainslee, with her arms, releases her grip of the Professor, letting out a satisfied breath. He begins to rest his forehead down onto the shared pillow, still inside he – his exhaustion apparent. Ainslee, opening her eyes, views the room and its surroundings, including her lover. Yet, all have become a whitewashed flash. A blinding spectacle, she closes her eyes, opening them again trying to refocus, but to no avail, as all she can see is a whiteness, like a thousand suns, blinded by a vision that is both formless and lifeless. As her vision returns to normal, she looks up at her lover who is looking down at her. Smiling, he bends down and kisses her on the lips.
Leaning across he flops to her right side, Ainslee continues looking around the room. Her feeling of sexual release subsiding as she hears Professor Miller's heavy breathing. He then turns onto his side looking at Ainslee
"You ok?" He asks, as she pulls the sheet up over herself. She turns and smiles at him.
"Yes..."

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Reading:  "SATRAIN KAEVON" (A.Glass 2017)