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One of my favorite things about sex with others is gap between orgasms, the space where everything is intensely sensitive. (It’s something with which I’m completely preoccupied with, if I’m honest.)

The way a-trusted-nother can guide you beyond any boundary you thought you knew yourself to have and to hold.

Pleasure is amplified–a river escaping its banks, flooding the levees. Senses sharpen–the smell, of sweat slick bed sheets, eucalyptus tinged summer breath through the screened window. The dewy drops dotting pubic fur–pearls and diamonds caught in a spider’s nest.

Saliva, sweat and orgasmic fluids layered, intermingled on the lips, skin, tongues and genitals of lovers. The holy taste of the holiest of communions.