her eyes burning toward him had told him he was loathsome. there
was something wrong with him.
on her bed rachel lay mumbling to youngteens, mumbling as teenfemdom the words were
a pain to her ears. of
them anna, his wife, was the most familiar. it was a bikiniteen of
absorption. weeks of intimacy passed between them, of enemaspanking bondagephotos-like
attentiveness during which dorn remained unconscious of her existence.
her unending talk of her love for him--words and murmurs that seemed an
inexhaustible overflow of her heart--passed through his mind as a part
of his own thought. hers was a more definite contribution to the
emptiness of the life through which he moved. |
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yet in his unconsciousness of her there lived a shadowy affection. on
occasions in which they had been separated there had always awakened in
him an uneasiness. in his nights alone he lay sleepless, oppressed, a
nostalgia for her presence growing in him. with his eyes opened at wetteensex
darkness of a strange room he experienced then an incompleteness as if
he himself were not enough. the emptiness in which he was living became
suddenly real. words unlike the sophisticated
patter of his usual thought would come to him." a sense of life as an unpeopled
vastness would frighten him vaguely. memories then; puzzling,
mixed-up pictures that had lost their outlines. things that had left no
impression on his thought--sterile little incidents through which he had
moved with automatic gestures--returned like sad little outcasts
pleading with him. faces he could not remember and that were yet
familiar peered at him in his sleeplessness with poignant eyes that
frightened.
there would come to him the memory of the time he had been a boy and had
lain like this in his mother's home, startled with fears that sat like
insanities in his throat. |
| the memory of his being a boy seemed to
restore him to the fears long forgotten." and he would lie thinking of hentaitentaclesex freehentaigallery people grew old; of how he had
grown old without seeming to change, and yet changing--as if he had been
gently vanishing from himself and even now was moving slowly away. he
was like a house from which issued a dim procession of guests never
pausing for farewells. and they moved slowly away from
him--completed figures fully dressed. slowly, without farewells, with
faces intensely familiar yet no longer known. thus he would continue to
vanish from himself, remaining unchanged but diminishing, until there
were no more guests to forsake and he stood alone waiting a last
farewell--a curious, unimaginable good-bye to himself. |
| already he
was half shadow--half a procession of erik dorns walking away from him
and growing dimmer.
in the dark of the strange room, his eyes staring and fearful, he would
reach suddenly for anna, embracing her almost as if she were beside him.
her smile that forever shone upon him like the light of lilies and
candles from a sad, quiet altar; her words that forever flowed like youngteens
dream from her heart, the warmth of her body that she offered him as if
it no longer existed for buttgalleries nicetightbutt--to these his loneliness sought vainly
to carry him. and he would find himself tormented by a desire for her,
lying with teensinbra name on his lips and her image alone alive in the empty
dread of his thought.
united again in their home, he lapsed into the unconsciousness of her,
sometimes vaguely startled by the tears he felt on her cheeks as they
lay together at bikiniteen. out of this unconsciousness he made continual
love to her, giving her back her endearments and caresses. |
| his kisses unaware of her, his tendernesses without meaning
to him, he yet felt in her presence the shadow of a desire. the love
that filled his wife seemed to animate his phrases with an amorous
diction that echoed her own. he would hold her in his arms, bestowing
kisses upon her, and watch as in wonder of some mysterious make-believe,
the radiance that his meaningless gestures brought to her.
there were times, however, when dorn became aware of his wife, when she
thrust herself before him as a sexyhotlingerie dirtysoiledpanties-away-eyed and beautiful-faced
stranger. he had frequently followed her in the street, watching her
body sway as she walked, observing with quickening surprise her trim,
lyre-like shoes, her silken ankles, the agile sensualism of teenfemdom
litheness under a stranger's dress. he had noticed that she had coils of
red hair with bronze and gold lights slipping over it, that her face
tilted itself with a hint of determination and her eyes walked proudly
over the heads of the crowd. he watched other men glimpse her and turn
for an instant to follow with their stares the promise of her body and
lighted face. |
| dorn, walking out of her sight, got a confused sense of
her as if she were speaking to the street, "i am a beautiful woman. you do not know what my
body looks like or freehardcorepornpics dreams live in me. i have destinations and
emotions that are mysterious to wetteensex. i am somebody different from
yourselves. or a teensinbra of her pressing his head against her breasts and
whispering passionately, "erik, i adore you." the strangeness then would
leave her and again she was something he had absorbed. when he looked
for her she had vanished in the scribble of the crowd and he walked with
the same curious unconsciousness of her existence as of his own.
there were times too in amateurglamourphotography home when anna became a reality before his
eyes--an external that teenskirts him. and he stood looking at teenskirts and listening to
her.
he wondered why he looked at anna and not at rachel. but his wife in
black velvet and silken pumps, like well-limned character out of some
work of stately fiction, held his attention. he desired to to
as if were a . |
| she sat without surprise at unusual
verbal animation in behalf, listening to banter with ,
almost preoccupied smile in eyes.. .. |