The primal union (part 1)
It wasn't much of anything, aside from something heathenish. The primal union. One of a kind.
There was no sign of the mutual sedateness of how they used to perceive each other long time before. The most disturbing thing of all is that they've come to think of it as something usual. It still was a secret, though. Non of them would ever mention it as of something that ever happened. Yet they've done nothing to prevent this from becoming routine.
A sense of security has been developed at some point. No one would ever suspect anything. It's the perfect crime.
The source had always been concealed somewhere underneath. Daylight was able to bring some sense to their fractured judgement. It was the nighttime when John had been given all the right to feel all the responses of his own body to sweet resistance of woman's flesh.
There was enough of anything in what his feelings were. Lots of what he tried not to think of. At first it didn't seem as an actual part of what they've been feeling to each other all along. Not at all. But it wasn't anything romantic too.
It was confusing. Jonny tried to see it as something romantic first, yet its all seemed too awkward. It was his mom, for the fuck sake. They've been doing things together, like as if they were testing each other for possible mating by the most blunt way.
They tried a lot. They've been literally defiling each other shamelessly. But... did they actually succeed? Is it even possible to succeed at something like this?
Debra had a lot of long time friends, some happily married, some sadly divorced, but only a very few of them could ever actually relate to this. And none of them would ever said something without the chance to the take words back. So...
At times, it felt kinda scary to be devoured by the feel of total isolation. Debra's senses might've become so keened, she would easily got herself lost. And there'd be only one thought in her head: "they never meant to be like this; they never should've been doing this".
How could she ever accept this type of behaviour?
///to be continued\\\
There was no sign of the mutual sedateness of how they used to perceive each other long time before. The most disturbing thing of all is that they've come to think of it as something usual. It still was a secret, though. Non of them would ever mention it as of something that ever happened. Yet they've done nothing to prevent this from becoming routine.
A sense of security has been developed at some point. No one would ever suspect anything. It's the perfect crime.
The source had always been concealed somewhere underneath. Daylight was able to bring some sense to their fractured judgement. It was the nighttime when John had been given all the right to feel all the responses of his own body to sweet resistance of woman's flesh.
There was enough of anything in what his feelings were. Lots of what he tried not to think of. At first it didn't seem as an actual part of what they've been feeling to each other all along. Not at all. But it wasn't anything romantic too.
It was confusing. Jonny tried to see it as something romantic first, yet its all seemed too awkward. It was his mom, for the fuck sake. They've been doing things together, like as if they were testing each other for possible mating by the most blunt way.
They tried a lot. They've been literally defiling each other shamelessly. But... did they actually succeed? Is it even possible to succeed at something like this?
Debra had a lot of long time friends, some happily married, some sadly divorced, but only a very few of them could ever actually relate to this. And none of them would ever said something without the chance to the take words back. So...
At times, it felt kinda scary to be devoured by the feel of total isolation. Debra's senses might've become so keened, she would easily got herself lost. And there'd be only one thought in her head: "they never meant to be like this; they never should've been doing this".
How could she ever accept this type of behaviour?
///to be continued\\\
7 years ago