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Mindy Bubblegum was a magnificent creature. Wonderful
height. Tall enough to dance with. Short enough...small
enough...light enough to lift up and carry to almost
anywhere for almost any amount of time. And when I would
pick her up, she would smile the brightest, sexiest smile.
The right corner of her mouth used to twist up at the edge
and she would let her eyes close as though she were in
total ecstasy. Then her mouth would slowly crack open.
slipping her sweet, frosted lips up above her teeth...I would
feel a sudden pull from within my chest then...it seemed to
pull me toward her...into her. Into her gaze and into her
soul and into her body. I could not help smiling back and
wonder at the way she made me feel. She had the warmth
and brightness of the sun... flickering... faceted... colorful...
beautiful. Butshe had the cool, breezy air of the darkness.
The familiarity of nothingness... and the safety of knowing
that you are consumed in her world. The dark, sweet, slick
soul of sex...real sex. Not fumbling in the dark with
someone you hardly know. Not apologies and `whooshes'.
The kind of sex when you lose all control... you relinquish
all control... of your mind. Your thinking is stopped and all
you do is feel. All you do is let your body move itself. All
you do is surrender to the force of two bodies in motion...
two bodies that dance and sing and hold one another...
sweating and screaming and swirling... swimming in
feeling and love and happiness. The kind of experience
that makes you forget everything. The kind of experience
that forgives your enemies and destroys your prejudices.
The kind of feelings the crack your reality into a beautiful
gem.

I was standing in a waiting room off an alleyway. A solid
wooden sign had advertised, "Palmfires." I had wandered
from a filthy alley into a modern waiting room. It looked as
if it had been hastily strewn with magazines in every
language but English. I sat on a chair in the corner, just
looking at the walls and the plants in the office. Then I saw
Mindy Bubblegum step through the door.

I stood up out of politeness. She was dressed in a yellow
dress... beautiful thing... with a loose skirt about knee
length and a sleeveless top. The front was cut moderately
high, and the fabric was baggy, but well fitted to her. She
had long hair...wonderful wavy and disarrayed. A dirty
blond that made her seem delicate and at the same time
clever... the way her hair framed her face and the way she
looked at me with a slight downward glance, pricking up
one eyebrow. She stepped up to me... far too close to me...
her eyes closed... very slowly... as though every inch
revealed more of her to me. She confined herself to
darkness for a few seconds, then opened her eyes back up,
pricking up a short, mischievous smirk before she bent
down over my feet.

She swiftly and deftly tied the laces of my left shoe and
then stood up again, taking a step back, before she let out
a low sigh, half-smiling and sat down along the wall to my
left. I sat down and began to look around the room again. I
looked over at her. She was bent over a magazine that
rested in her lap. She bit her left fingernail nervously and
then turned a page. Her eyes looked frantic, staring down
at the page, until suddenly, they stopped. Some
undetectable motion had tipped me off that she had
stopped reading. She looked up at me very slowly. Her eye
peeking out from her hair... gradually picking her head up
until her hair slid back... very slowly... back away from her
face. She smiled again and took a deep breath, looking
away to do it. She clenched her teeth for a moment when
she came upon the doorway leading deeper into the
building. With little more than a sideways glance, she
opened the door and walked through, closing it behind her.
A certain warmth drained from my body as she left, and I
snatched the magazine that she had been reading off of the
table where she had laid it. It was an issue of L'appicado,
some journal of literatures and poetry. I looked through a
few pages of it and tossed it onto a table.

I sat there for a few more minutes and the door opened.
Mindy stepped out and stared right at me as she closed the
door. She stepped toward me again. I had my right arm
slung over the back of the chair, my palm resting on the
corner of it. My legs were crossed, my left arm was
propped up on the armrest, supporting my chin as I ran my
fingers over it. Mindy again walked over to me...standing to
the right of the chair, her body now boring through the air
at me... I caught a glimpse of a smile again, but she
opened her mouth a bit as though she were about to say
something... then she looked as if she changed her mind
and wet her lips...after a second she bit her lip and looked
away. Suddenly, I felt a light tickling on my right hand that
was resting on the corner of the chair. Mindy's expression
remained unchanged: thinking...pondering...but as I
lowered my head down to look at my hand, I felt the tickling
grow stronger. When I looked over at my hand, I realised
that the tickling was the light fabric of her dress brushing
against my hand. Her body was moving imperceptibly
slowly toward it. My pants began to unwrinkle. She pressed
closer to me until I could feel her skin through her dress. I
could feel the legbands of a pair of panties across my
knuckles... the pressure continued to grow until I felt a dim
and distant throbbing, falling in and out of synch with the
throbbing of my own body like two turn signals. I could only
assume that the throbbing inside of me was faster. Then I
felt her soft body giving way just a bit... resilient, but still
cushiony. She pressed harder still until I felt the solidity of
her pubic bone. I heard the crackling of a tongue wetting
lips as she stopped pressing. I started to look up at her.

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I tried to move my head as imperceptibly slowly as she
moved her body, but it was undoubtedly faster. I raised my
eyes to her face and saw that her eyes were closed again.
She wore a blank smile on her face...like contentment. I
heard a sound escape her lips just then...for the first time
since she had stepped through the door. She was
humming. Her throat poured forth sweet, sombre and
beautiful notes that squeezed my heart. I felt a tension at
the sound of them... they were so hypnotic... so beautiful
and sweet. Her hips began to sway back and forth in
minute circles... pressing and then releasing the pressure
on my hand. I made no attempt to move it, of course... and
she continued to rub herself against me. I could only sit
there and wait and feel her body rubbing against me more
and more urgently.

She let out a low moan... one of pleasure and escalation
and rubbed her body across my hand three more times,
then stopped and turned her back on me. She walked to the
ther wall quickly and stepped through the door to the
inner building again, glancing back only for a second
before she closed the door behind her.

I was impressed. I was enchanted. I was hypnotised. I sat
there stupidly for a few seconds and jumped up from the
chair. I straightened my pants out a bit and opened the
door she had stepped through. The hallway beyond was
dark. I stepped through the door slowly and took a few
steps into the darkness. The door closed on a hydraulic
spring and the darkness dropped. I tried to feel my way
down the hall...sliding my hands along the wall. I went
along for several feet before I heard her. She was humming
again. I felt her fingernails against my waist. She laid all of
her fingers just above my belt and ran her fingernails
along my sides and along my ribs. I froze again. I could do
nothing but stand there silently... waiting and feeling her.
Her hands unclasped my belt and opend my pants. The
front of them fell away to either side and the belt weighted
them down slightly more. She ran her hands under my shirt
and downward. She slipped each finger under the
waistband of my briefs and slowly slid her nails toward the
center, tickling my skin. The head of my cock was sticking
straight up along the waistband as she drew her fingernails
across it. I shuddered, but still could not move. I felt her
fingertips line up against the tip, gently rubbing
it...massaging it...she drew them along every edge. Her
body pressed against mine then, her hands sliding around
to the edges of my briefs and sliding my briefs down along
with my pants. She gave them one final shove and they fell
to the floor as she pressed against me again. I felt her
breasts against me...nipples rock solid rubbing through her
dress and my shirt. They rubbed against my chest as she
enveloped me with her arms and began to rub every part of
her against me in some snake-like motion. She continued
to hum deep in her throat, the melody occupying the
deepest reaches of my mind as her body took control of
mine. She stroked my pelvis with hers. Her skin went up
and against my throbbing cock. I began to press against
her, gyrating along with her motions as she laid her lips
upon mine, not kissing, just touching, brushing them along.
She slid her hands over my shoulders and down
past my nipples, dragging her nails along their rims. She
took my cock in one of her hands and begin to let it slide
through her fingers again. As her hand slipped off the end, I
felt a sudden jolt of sensitivity. I jumped a bit and returned
my lips to hers as her other hand, soaking wet, wrapped
itself around my cock. She sid it up, faster than the other
hand...and back down before it slid off.

I moaned as it slid off, her index finger slipping along the
corona, until finally her nail scratched along it and make
me jump, filling me with passion and driving me to her
mouth. Our lips met again and her humming became
louder...more urgent. I felt her fingers along my ribcage as
she pushed me backward and I found myself falling down...down
past the rim of the world, through the ground and into the fire
below. After that moment, there was nothing more than a sound, a
delicte humming that would fill my soul forever.