Frail as a Flickering Mirage

Wednesday at last. They met face to face after an eternity of waiting. It began six months ago, at one of many chat websites, in a private chat room, where she bared her soul before him. It did not occur to her that she would get so lost, that she would so stray, that her path would so spiral driving her to ever more recklessly optimistic alleys . Only when her eyes fell upon him could she breathe again. She plunged into his arms without hesitation, as if she had known him always. The first time she saw him she recognized him instantly. His eyes, his smile…he was real after all, not a fantasy but a warm, tender man just as his gentle name Atif suggests. He kissed her trembling hands. He kissed her neck. She became the liquid on his lips. She reddened and ripened before his eyes. Slowly, sweetly, agonizingly, he set free her moist body from the imprisonment of her clothes. Her scent was deliciously released like a fruit whose last peel has just fallen to the ground. He lustily swallowed up her feminine nectar. Read More »