By Bud Koenemund
A 100-Word Story
For Lindsay
They took
their time; fingertips drifting across torrid flesh, lingering on bare curves
and angles, as if mapping an undiscovered country. Senses swimming in the mad current
of erotic overload; fools struggling to comprehend everything at once: tongues
exploring skin, savoring the sweet saltiness; chests rising and falling as ragged
breathing quickened; fingers tearing at the sheets; scents intoxicating, and
the growing crescendo of lustful pleas and moans enchanting their ears.
Laboring to maintain control, trying to hold back, even as their bodies
screamed for more. Both now submissive and dominant; surrendering to each other;
she his and he hers.