She returns her gaze to the man in front of her. “...What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing planned, as yet. So, where are you going?”
“Meeting up with Johanna later on,” Diarmid replies.
“How is she?”
“Good, still working at the Perfume shop. I’m not going to break the news to her.”
D’adri stands, reaching down lifting up the empty cup.
“No, best not…” He looks down at Diarmid, admiring her attentive gaze and short blond hair tired back into a ponytail. The stylized light blue blouse and pinstripe skirt. D’adri holds out his left hand to which Diarmid clasps with her same hand. “…Vanquish it, you must let it go. It’s finished, the graft lasted so long, remove all traces within your thoughts. Only you will maintain the suffering, if you look for answers of what happened. You’ll maintain a link to what has transpired. Everything is impermanent Aria.”
“What about the loose it ends?”
“And they are?...” D’adri asks, as he continues looking into her eyes.
Diarmid doesn’t answer, but remains fixed on D’adri’s green bluish irises.
“...I suspect you have already sowed the seeds of doubt. Walking back over the path that was laid, will only disturb their confusion. You’ll become a focus again. Let things settle into its oblivion.” He reaches out with his right hand, as Diarmid places her empty cup on top of his.
Diarmid nods. “I need a ritual for my sexual meditation tonight. That is why are asked, what you are doing later on? You may join me and Johanna.”
D’adri places the two cups into his dishwasher, looking at the early Nineteen Hundreds apartment block next to his, washing his hands at the sink, he then lifts a black towel from an overhead rack, drying his hands.
“I have to see old friend, it will be low key…” Folding the towel, he places it back onto its rack. “...But, we’ll fuck each other now into a ritual, as a prelude for your transcendence later tonight.”
Diarmid, pushes her thighs together squeeze around her vulva.
“Yes,” she replies, standing as her and D’adri walk towards the small clearing of cushions and the fold out bed. She begins to undress, as does he. Slipping out of her skirt, folding it, she unbuttons her blouse, placing the pieces of clothing onto a pile next to a large dark gray pillow. Diarmid, removes her bra, releasing her large breasts, pulling down her laced underwear. She sits crossed legged onto the pillow as D’adri, undresses, she views a muscular man, with a large uncircumcised semi erect penis moving from side to side as he walks towards his alter. Slowly down her breathing as her desire to be filled by this man, is becoming more and more pronounced as her vagina begins to seep its elixir. Accompanied by the blissful pulsation, in and round her pelvis. D’adri lights a single incense, standing in front of Diarmid, as she stares at his length that is almost completely erect. With an urge to reach out and suck it bulbous head, with a technique that D’adri taught her to draw out his pre-ejaculation fluid. She refrains, wanting to have this sexual ritual to clear and seal her prior thoughts of the day that has transpired. In an anticlockwise circle, D’adri holding the incense with his right hand, sets a circular motion around Diarmid. Returning to the alter he snubs out the incense and chimes a small metallic bell, four times in the same counterclockwise way, stopping at each of the cardinal points whilst chiming the bell with his right hand. Diarmid closes her eyes. He then sits on a cushion facing her, his full erection pointing up, to which Diarmid fixes her lustful gaze. Feeling a pleasurable tingling sensation around her inner thighs, she sits waiting for D’adri to summon her. Breathing calmly, he looks at the woman naked sitting crossed legged in front of him, her short blond hair, large breasts and erect nipples. Aware, of her need for release.
Diarmid feels her wandering thoughts cease, yet her mind remains clouded, as a pinnacle of wanting to fuck the man in front of her and have him fuck her has taken precedence.
Unfolding his legs, stretching them out with a slight angle, he summons Diarmid to him.
“It is time Aria.”
She stands, walking towards him, crouching down, as D’adri holds his penis at the base, allowing the entrance of her vagina encompass the head of his cock. With a euphoric radiance, Diarmid slightly closes her eyes, her mouth open, as the sensation of the length of D’adri’s penis slides into her being. She lets out a loud moan. Resting herself onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, as he does the same, Diarmid clenches around his cock.

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Reading: "Rituals of the Antithtical" from 'RITUALS OF THE ANTITHETICAL' (A.Glass 2023)

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