Fictional account base on a room I spent the night in once back in the sixties....
I,
I,
I am a virgin!
Her head lay on the pillow in the flickering candlelight of the room permanently darkened with black scarves, sheets towels draped from over the one window as the scent of incense and stale tobacco and weed filled her senses as nakedly she looked trustingly up into his pale blue eyes framed by the shoulder length brown hair which hung limply around his shoulders as he gazed longingly at her budding breasts and further to the peach fuzz triangle where his erection lay straining at the leash wanting needing craving to enter the stable as his drug induced brain fought for control and tried to overpower his male emotionless lust towards this sweet innocent girl that he loved and although of legal age she was not yet of moral age and he realized his needs would only be satisfied on the lowest level and not on the emotional one he knew even at eighteen he had to satisfy while not deflowering the innocence of youth that could never be replaced and coming to that conclusion he rolled off her sweet body and kissing her lips guided her velvety hand to what he knew would satisfy the brash desires of his own hormonal needs while saving what she had offered for the so called right time and place as her words echoed in his head repeated by his own…
I love the way you deliver this in a more prose-style, Felix; it is suitably dense, intense and latent with the sexual "heaviness" that is befitting to the relaying of that ephiphany moment when what seems "the next exciting thing to "do" that seems just an incidental choice along life's way is, in fact, one that will retrospectively be known to be life-changing. Isolating sex as a thing in itself has caused more personal and corporate damage to the fabric of self and society than I think any of us can ever realise - and yet whoever hears restraint and monogomy suggested from the hustings and other public arenas as being "the way to go". Parents have an awsome responsibility in nurturing and educating their kids in these issues these days... when the riptide pours even into the home through the cables and through every door and window... But this is honest, real and tender. You should write more such fictions! LOL Kate xx (Blimey... and I should learn to write less... !!)
Wow- that was Great Felix- so graphic and true Reality... It's in my favorites- I hope the Future will change in that direction by our littlest ones... HuGs,Sheee
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well written
Alrisha
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