Moments in Darkness

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MOMENTS IN DARKNESS

His needs had grown simple but now never ceased to demand attention.
He had grown wary of the normalcy of living everyday unfulfilled.
Only in the darkness was there a possibility that he could be satiated.
He stilled himself and made no move and let the stillness absorb all sound, leaving no orifice exposed.
It muffled movement and he understood he had been cut off from everything. The darkness possessed more substance than taste, more weight than water and refused to give way to anything.

His eyes struggled in vain, searching for faint slivers of light, but the darkness would not harbor any challenger to its supremacy.
There could be only one master here.
A sweat, fueled, panic broke over him and left him trembling.
The racing of his heart added to the fervor within him. It created havoc for his other senses.
Whining would not be tolerated, so he hushed any involuntary whimpers that tried to escape him.

He shuffled forward restraining himself from stretching his hands before him.
He made himself trust the darkness.
Resistance of any kind could only serve in his rejection and that would be intolerable.

There existed no comfort to be had from human touch; only
basic animalistic needs would be met here.
He let himself breathe in his helplessness and counted in order to steady his mind against so much darkness.

Moments passed as he opened himself fully.

He forced himself not to run but to stand still and let the darkness take him.
He channeled submissiveness; a disposition foreign to him. He had not known it existed within him yet he was prepared to utilize it for what lay ahead.

Instead, he concentrated on his slowing heart and became aware of the rhythmic beats of his own internal song.
His heartbeat reinforced his hunger for the darkness and steadied him further, adding new dept to his conception of self.

Gentleness seeped in around him penetrating his legs with its warm grasp.
The rise of this softness made his clothes obsolete.
It rubbed against his legs causing each new tender caress to raise wisps of hairs in response.
The darkness brought a new awareness to his limbs, a comforting pressure cradling each one in its own heat.
Then, a heavier silence rushed in like water through a broken dam and integrated itself with the darkness.

He inhaled this new silence and let it reside in his body, so it too fed him comfort.
His first moments of futile resistance were forgotten and now altered into acceptance and a great need.
He calmed himself, and the faint ringing in his ears receded like a past memory best forgotten.

He felt as if he had begun to be a part of the darkness when he heard breathing apart from his own that added another layer to the fullness that already dwelled in the darkness.

He recognized the heaviness that existed there now.
It called to stifled memories within his body that he knew well but had somehow forgotten.
He did not doubt that those passions permanently resided within him and would always live with this welcome hunger.

In another attempt to orientate himself, he feebly tried to discern a shape, anything that might accompany the new breathing he had heard, but it was in vain.
The breathing was long, drawn-out inhalations of air that drowned all other sound as it drew nearer.
He knew that it could only be a body; his nature and the darkness recognized his need for one.

His own breaths shortened as he accepted that the darkness had conjured a body just for him.
He grew passive as the body approached.
His skin pricked.
The body brushed against his, and he felt its breath ruffle the hair on his head.
The heat of the breath came from all directions at once, enveloping his skin.

The body teased and played with his as he tried to perceive its gender.
It wasn’t until it solidified itself and placed a warm palm against his cheek that he realized it did not matter.
He fell to his knees in gratitude as his head was pulled back, leaving him exposed like some ancient sacrifice on a heathen altar.
Like a newly converted zealot, he willingly succumbed to his new god, anything for the satisfaction of possible completion.

The palms, once forceful, gentled as they cupped his cheeks and a moist tongue probed at the corner of his lips enticing admittance.
It was a gesture that startled him and brought forth a gasp for air from deep within him, letting the tongue slide within him.
He responded immediately, anchoring the hands with his own as he massaged the invader with his own tongue.

The shock of knowing the darkness had given itself a body both frightened and thrilled him.
He knew the darkness was peace, but now it was desire and he could do nothing but marvel at its ever-changing traits.
The heat in the hands that cupped his cheek conveyed the desire that permeated the body.
A trembling of passion ran through the body and resonated in his.
The harmony that existed between their two bodies made the rest of the darkness a godsend; within the darkness everything would be hidden and all necessary essentials would be revealed.

There only existed desire now. Only a consuming need to be touched and explored was all that mattered.

The caresses were slow at first but never hesitant, and every caress always made their breath catch with each new one.
They wanted to prolong and tantalized their bodies into new forms of submission.
He was skin.
He was blood coursing through veins; he was a small drop of sweat sliding across heated brows.
He was neither himself nor the other body.
He became only sensations of torturous pleasure.
It didn’t matter if it was a man or a woman.
There was nothing here but the darkness.
Nothing to feel but the darkness.
Nothing to see but the darkness.
Nothing to embrace or caress but the darkness and the greatness was that the darkness responded with sweet suffering sighs.
Moans of gratitude escaped his own lips, as he was bombarded with pleasure.
The sweet scent of musk danced into his nostrils, feeding a new addiction.
He reveled in the body’s natural smell.
It had laid siege to his modesty and left only a base need to claim all he could.

The body was new terrain, and he was determined to leave unmistakable marks of ownership wherever possible.
He slid his fingers against soft lips and nipped at straining muscles working against him, but the body would not let him be dominant.
He had begun compliant, and the body was determined for him to stay in that form.
He yielded; enjoying the feel of nails scraping along the base of his spine, inducing goose bumps all over his body.
He arched in painful pleasure as a mouth latched onto the underside of his chin and worked its way to his chest and roamed where it willed.
He could not contain any sounds the body tore from him and continuously cried out in satisfaction as it pushed him higher.

What he had sought to claim dominated him in turn and elicited true mastery over him.
Plucked strings could not sing sweeter as he cried when warmth held him in its grasp.
He succumbed to its motion and sighed as panting claimed his ears.
That was the moment he lost himself in movement and felt everything respond.

The other hands and his hands, the other legs, and his legs, the other mouth and his mouth and so on and so forth.
They had begun their own rhythm and would not be deterred from its completion.

There was just thrusting, hands, backs, chests, just pure thrusting.
Silence thrusting, sighs thrusting, moans thrusting, and most important darkness thrusting.
Pure uncontained hedonistic heaven with the darkness.
When they disengaged he felt the loss completely.
Reality intervened were before only dreams resided and the darkness once again dissipated that body into smoke.

It muffled him again, letting no sound murmur in his ears that there truly existed a body.
The darkness had taken its gift back but was gracious enough to demand no payments or reproofs.
Yet even though he knew the darkness could not see, he smiled.

It was a genuine smile, one of those true expressions of pure joy; just deep satisfaction of knowing what had been truly needed.