Twins
TWINS THIS MORNING She lay back as far as she could, head almost against the headboard, back arched in regular jerks of acceptance of his need, her moistness way past the need of lubrication; she had come so many times already, it was impossible to know the number, exactly. And she was well past rational thought in any case, caught in that never-never place where pleasure is so painful that even the pain was ecstasy. Oh this womanliness, this woman's body she was in, so...