Finally home. She rested her forehead on the back of the door as she turned the deadbolt and set the chain. With those few simple motions, she banished the world on the other side. Or perhaps she banished herself from it: it didn't matter. She was once again on her own, free from the restrictions and responsibilities that lay beyond the threshold. A subtle smile crossed her lips as contemplated her solitude.

Candles were definitely in order. She began to shed her clothing as she made her way around the apartment lighting them. A shoe under the chair in the corner. Another tucked away beside the sofa. A pair of slacks over the desk. A blouse on the coffee table. Her bra and panties fell indelicately to the floor as she lit the last of the candles in the hall.

From her third story hallway window, she scanned the alley and the shadows that gradually eclipsed it. The thought of peering eyes from down below brought another smile to her face, but eyes from that world would not be allowed. The wooden blinds rattled down against the glass as she drew the cord. She withdrew the barrette from her auburn hair, letting it fall loose over her shoulders and to the middle of her back as she turned into the bathroom.

The warm, pulsing water fell against her skin, washing away whatever remained of the modern world. A cleansing mist formed around her, filling the room. She let the water land on her face. She felt its drumming against her eyelids and her delicate pink lips. She was aware of each redeeming droplet as it journeyed from her cheek... down the side of her throat... between her breasts...

At last, her ritual purification ended. She emerged from her shower, towelled herself briefly, and slipped into her virginal white garment. Residual steam spilled out and mingled with the candle light as she opened the door. She caught a glimpse of the woman in the full length mirror: familiar, and yet somehow distant... There was something almost primitive about her... something urgent... something longing.

She stopped to examine the woman in the mirror more closely. Her placid blue eyes rose and fell and rose again, examining every curve accentuated by the flame and shadows around her. The ethereal gown hung on two thin straps from her shoulders, dipping low in the front. A few strands of still-wet hair clung to her forehead.

She watched the woman as she applied a small drop of perfume. Two fingertips left a delicately scented trail, starting behind her right ear. She could feel the blood coursing through the vein of her neck as her fingers traced their way down her throat, to her collarbone. Her chest began to flush. An audible gasp escaped from her glistening lips as she noticed her firm nipples protruding through the fine fabric. She bent at the waist, applying another fragrant droplet to the inside of her knee. She lifted the slick fabric of her gown, leaving another trail leading up her thigh, scenting her most revered places while the flames and shadows continued their dance behind her.

No longer able to look at her own gaze in the mirror, she closed her eyes and tipped her head back. Her hands ran slowly back up her body as she straightened, lightly grazing her breasts. She felt her nipples contract even further. Her hands, as though guided by an unseen force, lingered at her chest, grasping through the silk. She sighed, aching beneath the touch, and longing for the sensation of skin against skin. Her fingers ran through her hair, sweeping it way from her face and neck.

She felt her hands again, her fingers against the back of her neck, thumbs slipping downward caressing her collarbone. Her hands crossed her body, catching the straps of her gown with her thumbs, pressing them off her shoulders. As she straighened and lowered her arms, the straps slipped down, catching in the crook of her elbows. The gown fell away from her breasts, exposing them to the evening air. A shiver coursed through her body as the smooth fabric fell into a gently crumpling heap at her feet.

The figures in the flickering flames continued their dance, surrounding her. She could feel the primeval rhythm envelop her. The invisible force resumed its control of her hands, as her fingertips ran down her sides, caressing her waist and the soft swell of her hips. Upward again, back to her breasts, gently cupping and lifting. Her thumbs rubbed against her nipples, eliciting a longer, louder moan. She could almost feel warm breath on her neck, as though a pair of lips lingered just inches away.

Her hands continued their tender guided assault. Her fingers slowly and lightly fondling her nipples, gently pinching, pulling them away from her body. The slight twinge of pain heightened the sensation of vestigial pleasure. Her fingers finally released her nipples, leaving her breasts fuller than before, and more sensitive. She felt the warm red flush as it encompassed more of her skin.

Her body, tormented by her unseen lover's slow deliberate caresses, grew increasingly impatient. Her hands made their way down her body, her stomach clenching at the soft, tickling touch. He was there, in the flickering shadows, beckoning her onward.

A finger dipped gently into her navel. Her hand moved downward, two fingers brushing against the soft tuft of hair at her mound and then down between her legs. Her knees buckled, and she fell back against the wall, panting at the sudden pleasure coursing through her body. She slid to the floor, slowly overcome by the growing, primordial, almost unbearable sensation deep inside her body. The orange flames and shadows lept higher on the walls, and the chants of the surrounding throng filled her ears.

Her fingers teased between her thighs, coming close, then backing away. Under his control, Her hands moved back up her body, rougher now, more insistent. She moaned loudly as they cupped her breasts again, more forcefully this time, squeezing but not touching her nipples. She arched her back, pressing her breasts forward, wanting to feel her fingers... his fingers... his lips... She is prepared to give herself completely to him... joining him in his timeless world, willingly forced to wait for his touch. She whimpered as she felt her fingers, finally encircling her nipples. She felt the pulsing between her legs intensify at each pinch and tug of her breasts. Her hands continued their torment, alternately rough and gentle against her swollen skin.

Twin figures emerged from the shadows. She felt a pair of soft, feminine hands as they grasped her calf, coming to rest just below her knee. She glanced at the other form as it took its place near her head. She looked up into the nymph's soft eyes, as it began to run its fingers through her hair and across her damp forehead. She rested her head in the strange woman's lap and closed her eyes as her own hands slid swiftly down her stomach. She parted her quivering thighs in anticipation.

Finally, her mysterious lover emerged from the shadows. It was his hand now, which pressed her thighs further apart. She moaned loudly as his fingers split her soaking cunt. His hands came to rest inside her thighs, holding her apart. Her flesh burned in the cool air. She was helpless to resist.

His fingers slid against her wet lips, coarsely stroking her aching clit. She tried to pull away, but the pair of nymphs gently constrained her. His fingers ran over her again, parting her, touching her, experiencing her dampness and her heat. She shuddered, and this time pressed her hips forward fo him. His fingers glid easily over her soft slippery skin. He teased her, dipping just the tip of one finger inside of her. She tried to push against his fingers, wanting more, until finally he slid two fingers up her skin lightly dragging them over her clit, as she pressed and moaned. The wait was painful: every nerve in her body was wracked with anticipation and longing.

His fingers slid inside her, starting and stopping, never moving fast or deep enough for her. She bucked against him, struggling against the gentle but firm restraint of his assistants, showing her impatience. He slipped another finger insider her, experiencing her tight, wet body... enjoying her desperate readiness for him. He pressed more deeply inside her, feeling her clench around his fingers. A nascent convulsion began to overtake her body. He sensed it too, and withdrew from her. She cried out, but in vain: his hands would not return to her aching pussy.

The dark-eyed goddess who had been patiently stroking her hair rose and then took her place adjacent to her counterpart. Each of them held and lifted her feet, exposing and opening her raw red cunt. After an eternity, she felt her lover as he knelt between her legs. In the blink of an eye, he speared her body with his cock, filling and stretching her tortured pussy. The first convulsion crashed down upon her, enrapturing her body in complete bliss. He pressed his mouth against her long-suffering breasts, taking each in turn as the waves of pleasure cascaded around her.

As her initial fever broke, he began his invasion of her cunt in earnest. He stroked her spasming pussy with all his strength, forcing himself deep inside her. Her head thrashed, throwing her hair violently from side to side. She shook uncontrollably, shrieking with the primordial chorus. The muscles of her thighs stretched to the breaking point as she arched her back, giving herself to him. Her groans echoed demonically as they came together. She clenched around him as their bodies engulfed one another in a primal embrace...

A second eternity passed before her head fell back, her body spent and exhausted. The rhythmic pounding of their hearts finally slowed. Her hands came to rest on the cool bare floor as she began to regain her breath. All but a few of the dancing flames had faded, as had the delicate nymphs and the host of atavists. She slowly opened her eyes, catching just a slight glimpse, an all too brief impression of her ancient lover's smiling face as the last flickering candle turned from flame to a whisp of smoke. Thoughts of his reappearance consoled her as silence, darkness, and sleep filled the familiar, solitary void.

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