Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)

 

II. Manifest the Antithetic

“Hi Lena,
Sorry for the short notice. The brief was delivered yesterday. Are you able to attend this job? If so, I’ll send the encrypted link to access our portal for detailed instructions. Please let me know.
Regards,
Karly”

Lena Jenes, sitting up in bed, with her pillow against the wall, places her phone down next to her, staring at the balcony in front and the open door, as a cool breeze is felt, she peers down at her phone, eyeing the time.
Four AM. Smiling, she lifts the phone and quickly types back a reply.
“Hi Karly,
Can do. Lock it in. Awaiting link, will check over instructions and confirm.
Regards,
Lena”

Leaning forward, she reaches behind, flattering out the pillow, resting her head, she closes her eyes.
“She will email me mid morning, I’ll shower shortly…” Placing her left middle finger between her legs, gracing her vaginal lips, soaking up the juices that have formed at her entrance, she spreads them over her clit. “...For now, a mediation and hopefully…” She begins to rub around her clit, feeling the sensitiveness and arousal combined. “… a vision, but without an orgasm…” Jenes, quietly lets out a whimper, as it has been two days without bringing herself to orgasm. She continues to rub around her vagina, concentrating on her clitoris, with her fingers she draws up more of her elixir. “...Ah...I’m fucking bursting here. Need...Ah, a release...I will...try, and hold back.” She nears the point of release, quickly refraining from the stimulation. Letting out a deep breath, breathing gently through her nose, she turns onto her side and falls asleep.

*

I’m a male again, in these dreams. Who is she? She is familiar. She is holding me tight, as I to her, and it feels good. Are we intimate? Have we had sex? I don’t think so. Yet, she is squeezing up against me. Are we friends? It feels distant. Detached. The dialogue, it is mutual. She wants to get closer to me. Know me. But, I am holding back. The same, but different. I like the look of her. We are together doing something, like a marketplace. Then she disappears. And I am curious where she went. Is she with someone else? Do I care? I know what’s happening. Because, I’m doing the same. This place, this city is familiar, but is not where I’m from. I haven’t got time to waste. I know she will return, I can gauge it. It’s all I have, yet I feel like it could be slipping through my presence. She returns again, saying something that I don’t understand, she wants me to hold her again. The masculine, feels no different to my feminine. I am losing interest in her.

*

Jenes awakes, sitting up, reaching to where her phone is to her left side, she checks the time, seeing that it is Five Thirty AM. Pulling the sheets back, standing. Looking out at the city her from her balcony, she sees the slight illumination of the sun rising, East of the city. Shower, then I’ll work out. Thinking to herself, as she places her right hand onto her lower abdomen, she looks down at her belly. “Breakfast?...”
Walking towards the en suite bathroom.
“...Coffee, then a croissant at the cafe and…”
Removing her t-shirt, she opens the glass door of the shower recess, turning on the taps ensuing that water reaches the desired temperature, she stands under the streams of water, wetting her hair and face, reaching for the Hemp and Blossom flower soap from its small metallic perch, she begins to lather the soap between her hands.
“...Another coffee. But, I’ll skip breakfast here.”

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Reading: "Manifest the Antithetic" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)