Irresistible Destiny:Chapter 13 - Tantric Sex

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Author: seymourblogger 1. Chapter 1:Kairos2. Chapter 2: Kairos3. Chapter 3: Mine4. Chapter 4 : Mine5. Chapter 5 : Alterity6. Chapter 6: Alterity7. Chapter 78. Chapter 8 B9. Chapter 9E10. Chapter 10B: Death11. Chapter 11: Death12. Chapter 12 : Dreaming13. Chapter 13E Dreaming14. Chapter 14 : Bella's Dreams15. Chapter 15 :Imagining Bella16. Chapter 16: Waiting17. Chapter 17: Waiting18. Chapter 18:Mine

Rated: M - English - Fantasy/Romance - Published: 08-31-11 - Updated: 09-09-11 id:7342016

Twilight: Irresistible Destiny
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What a pleasure to caress a woman without waking her! Simply to be for her a paradoxical dream in which her body alone would find pleasure. What obscure desire in her to be violated without knowing it?

With every woman, one would love to possess her without her being aware of it, leaving her free to take her pleasure without our knowing it.

He was probably still capable of awakening her with his roughness. So he thought; but his heart did not rise to the challenge. (Baudrillard - Cool Memories III - 21)

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Only the play of destiny is interesting, but it isn’t a religious fate we’re talking about. It means simply that, as against cause-and-effect logic, the event is there first..(Paroxysm 47)

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EPOV

As she sank into sleep I kept holding her, gradually turning her around to face me, slowly touching her ever so lightly. I was feeling her tolerance, her limits to her awareness of me while she was asleep and I learned how to touch her all over without waking her. I heard only murmurs that excited me. I felt myself get hard as I listened to her, her changes in breathing pattern, her mumbled words, and sometimes her fluttering eyes under her eyelids to tell me she was dreaming.



And I felt such love for her, such desire for her that I wanted to shake her awake and make love to her all over again.






So I quieted down, closed my eyes, and very slowly began to enter her. With every movement she whimpered and threatened to wake up so I stopped until she quieted. When I was sure she was deep in sleep again I went deeper, and when she moved I stopped until she breathed deeply again. This went on until I was all the way inside her, hard and almost unable to contain myself. I held still until I could stand it, relax and breathe with her.



I focused my entire mind on the feeling of her and our breathing, as I synchronized mine with hers. And then my mind began to float. I wasn't asleep and I wasn't awake, I was somewhere else, somewhere familiar and strange. I held her as securely as I could without waking her. I touched her face and breasts and thighs and stomach and oh god I wanted to feel us joined like this.




So I did.

Akhmatova - Modigliani

Sometime during the night I started to sleep and began to slide out of her, but I awakened myself and moved to feel her again, feel the way she affected me, and all thoughts of deep sleep were gone. As soon as I could quiet myself again I began to travel again. Through the dark, through time, somewhere I had been and yet had never been. And it was then I felt her quiver deep inside. All her organs were slightly quivering and she caught her breath.




What was she dreaming now? Her eyes were moving her eyelids now. She was dreaming, but of who and what was she dreaming? I felt intensely jealous.






Then I felt her grow quieter, more controlled, less susceptible to my movements. This I did not like at all, but I waited to see and hear what would happen next. Her foot kicked. She chuckled ironically, insultingly. And tried to turn over in her sleep, but I held her fast.

Hamlet and Ophelia - Louise Bourgeois

Gradually she breathed in synch with me again and moved in response to me. It was getting towards dawn now and I wanted her bad. I had played with my desire all night long and I had been ready all night long. But oh, the journey had been so beautiful.

Now I have more of a feeling and knowing where we are and what has been planned for us and what we will do about that.

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Irresistible Destiny - Chapter 9 - Abyss

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Author: seymourblogger 1. Chapter 1:Kairos2. Chapter 2: Kairos3. Chapter 3: Mine4. Chapter 4 : Mine5. Chapter 5 : Alterity6. Chapter 6: Alterity7. Chapter 78. Chapter 8 B9. Chapter 9E10. Chapter 10B: Death11. Chapter 11: Death12. Chapter 12 : Dreaming13. Chapter 13E Dreaming14. Chapter 14 : Bella's Dreams15. Chapter 15 :Imagining Bella16. Chapter 16: Waiting17. Chapter 17: Waiting18. Chapter 18:Mine

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Twilight: Irresistible Destiny

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Rothko's change, his passage almost without transition, to an immediate, definitive form. It is there all at once, perfectly mastered, end of story. And it is light-years away from what he was doing up to that point. (Cool Memories IV 84-85)




This is something entirely different from an evolution - even a creative evolution. It is an almost genetic impulse by which he separates himself miraculously from the artist he still was, with his place in the history of art, to be nothing but the sovereign medium of an extremely simple form, which no longer has anything to do with expressionism or abstraction." (Cool Memories IV 84-85)

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Chapter 8 E
EPOV

Rothko

My god, who is she? She is so completely Other. I am in awe of her, amazed, and desperate to take her now right in the gondola and go to the bottom of the canal with her and drown. I have turned into a madman in my mind to even think like this. I touch her helping her out of the boat, and I can't take my hands off her, so I don't.




This is new to me.


We go inside and I am still processing what she has told me. She's an accessory to a $30,000,000 heist! Of priceless artworks! As if she is talking about baking gingerbread cookies!I can't let her do this. I have to protect her. She can't put herself in jeopardy like this. I couldn't live through it.




We wander and I don't take her to my paintings. There are two of them here as the curator couldn't decide which one to show. We do the usual talk talk about art as we look, but neither of us is really paying attention. I can't focus while I am feeling her next to me like this. This is our first date for crissakes. I'm concentrating all my energy on not throwing her down on the floor. I want to do it. What the fuck is the matter with me.




Then we turn a corner and she stops dead.




"That's yours, isn't it.  I know it is. I've seen your work before. I was supposed to be at your opening in New York, in Chelsea last fall. I was there ready to go in because Alice said I must see it, and I must meet you. When she met me at the door she said it was mobbed. Everyone was trying to talk with you, and it was knee deep in admiring women. She said it was really the wrong time to meet you, the wrong time to be able to contemplate your work, and that we would come back in the daytime when it was not so crowded. We went out to dinner and Jasper, that's her husband, got drunk at dinner because he made so much money from your sales. Oh my god, I don't believe this. Jasper is your agent and Alice is my best friend. She collects and she has a lot of your work. Naturally I've seen all hers. I went back and saw your show when I was alone and I spent three hours looking at it. What if we had met that night! I can't even imagine it!"




And she began to laugh and laugh.




How had I been missing her! All that lost time. But at any of the other meetings, it wouldn't have been the same. I could hardly have taken her at Mary Boone Gallery.




How would I have stopped myself? What would I have said? Something ordinary? And then we might not have known all that we know now. How long would it have taken us to figure this out? Would we ever have figured it out? No, we have met at exactly the right time and in the right way for us. The perfect time. The only time.




I sit on a bench, pull her onto my lap, and hold her tight, so tight. "Oh Bella," I breathe, just "oh Bella," over and over again. I feel her trembling in my arms, and she can't stop either. She is smiling and laughing and then she cries and sobs, then laughs through her tears again. We have been so close, so close all this time. Then we meet as strangers and I grab her and rip her clothes off and violate her. Who could have dreamed this up!




"There's a hotel near here. Let's go check in. We can come back tomorrow and look at my paintings and talk then. I can't focus now. I can't talk about them now the way I wanted to talk with you about them. I wanted to listen to what you see, listen to how you tell me what you see, tell you what I am trying to do with them. But that's all over now. I don't need to continue painting that way anymore. It was all for you, all to find you, and now that I have, I don't need to paint like that anymore. I don't know where I will go next, but it will be something totally new for me. A complete change, like the one Rothko made. No transition, no working my way through something.




"Just a jump over the abyss into the unknown."

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Irresistible Destiny - Chapter 7 - House of the Sleeping Beauties

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Author: seymourblogger 1. Chapter 1:Kairos2. Chapter 2: Kairos3. Chapter 3: Mine4. Chapter 4 : Mine5. Chapter 5 : Alterity6. Chapter 6: Alterity7. Chapter 78. Chapter 8 B9. Chapter 9E10. Chapter 10B: Death11. Chapter 11: Death12. Chapter 12 : Dreaming13. Chapter 13E Dreaming14. Chapter 14 : Bella's Dreams15. Chapter 15 :Imagining Bella16. Chapter 16: Waiting17. Chapter 17: Waiting18. Chapter 18:Mine

Rated: M - English - Fantasy/Romance - Published: 08-31-11 - Updated: 09-09-11 id:7342016

Twilight: Irresistible Destiny
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What a pleasure to caress a woman without waking her! Simply to be for her a paradoxical dream in which her body alone would find pleasure. What obscure desire in her to be violated without knowing it?


With every woman, one would love to possess her without her being aware of it, leaving her free to take her pleasure without our knowing it.


He was probably still capable of awakening her with his roughness. So he thought; but his heart did not rise to the challenge. (Baudrillard - Cool Memories III - 21)

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Chapter 7
EPOV
Oh this woman. I will live forever and still not get to the bottom of her. Listening to a symphony of one mosquito. Now I long to hear that music too. Ants who get drunk, kidnap caterpillars, as I want to kidnap her, stroke the caterpillars like musical instruments to listen to their music, never letting them go. I understand those insects with all my heart.




"Why am I here in Venice? It's obvious of course. There can only be one reason, don't you think?"




I smile at her, touched by all that she has said. Overwhelmed by her feelings and thoughts and understanding and all that she is that is so perfect for me. I breathe freely for what seems like the first time in my life.




"I came here for the Biennale, the art show. The opening was two weeks ago but for some reason," and here I smile again, " I found I couldn't leave. I had to cancel my plane ticket, take a loss on it, and still I couldn't understand why I couldn't leave. So I walked around, ate at small out of the way places, thought, drew some, wrote some, read some, but really just waited. I was waiting for you of course, but I didn't know that."




"Why did you come for the show? Are you in it?"




"I am. Have you seen it?"




"No, I was planning to go before I left though. I promised my friend Alice I would see it and report to her if there was anything she might want to research. So yes, I was definitely planning to see it. But now I want to see it with you. You will go with me, won't you. That's not a question. Is it still on the Lido the way it used to be?"



Oh god, the way she sees, she will see through to my core when she sees my painting. She will immediately know. I can't wait. I won't tell her anymore. I want to surprise her. But I am the one who will be surprised. I know it.




Her eyes are closing so I tell her to sleep as I want to watch her sleep. When she begins to breathe regularly I touch her gently. She moves, so I hold still on her. As her breathing deepens, I slowly move my hands to another part of her body. She is still quiet so I continue, slowly, gently with great tenderness. I love her so. I have always loved her, and I know that now. She turns her back to me and I lean in close. I know what I am planning to do. I want to be inside her, to sleep inside her, without her waking. I want to just breathe with her, to become one with her, to fill her dreams and have her fill mine. And I will take as long as I need to to sleep inside her.


I want to own her dreams too.

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Irresistible Destiny:Chapter 5 - Alterity

Twilight: Irresistible Destiny

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Suzanne - Leonard Cohen

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Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river

You can hear the boats go by

You can spend the night beside her

And you know that she's half crazy

But that's why you want to be there

And she feeds you tea and oranges

That come all the way from China

And just when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her

Then she gets you on her wavelength

And she lets the river answer

That you've always been her lover

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

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Chapter 5: Alterity

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We can recall moments in the past when we had equal chances of living or dying - in a car crash, for example... Every time someone finds himself at a crossroads of this kind, he has two worlds before him... It is the same with each decisive moment, both with birth and with death. Just as the virtual dead man that I am continues on his way on the other side, carries on with his existence which runs just beneath the surface of mine, birth is that dividing line where on the one side I exist as myself, but on the other I begin, at the same moment to exist as other Such is the form of alterity...(Baudrillard Impossible Exchange 82)

EPOV 5

Anna Akhmatova - Modigliani

I listened to her as I looked into her eyes and I felt I had known her forever. And the words she was telling me were saying just what I was thinking and feeling. Yes I knew she was right. I knew her right away. There wasn't even time for me to say hello, would you like to go to dinner with me. Or take a walk with her through the alleys of Venice. No, there was no time at all. I had to make her mine immediately.

"I read a novel once and I kept reading one part over and over until I could never forget it. And I didn't know why I had to do that, I just did. And now I know. So I can tell it to you right now. It was written by Marguerite Duras.

"In the novel the captain of a yacht and his wife sail from port to port, stopping only briefly at places they have been before. They have been very much in love, but she keeps a secret from him about another man she only spent one hour with. A man who read her poetry and loved it. And in that one hour that she speaks with him, she falls in love with him. And says this to him":

" 'I wanted to tell you what I think, which is that … one always ought to keep oneself a ... place, yes, that's the word, a private place, where one can be alone and love. To love one knows not what, nor whom, nor how, nor for how long. To love... now all the words are suddenly coming back... To set aside a place inside oneself to wait, you never know, to wait for a love, perhaps for a love without a person attached to it yet, but for that and only that. For love. I wanted to tell you you were what I had waited for. You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.' " (Duras - Emily L: 98-99)

"And that is what I want you to know right now. That I have been waiting for you, waiting it seems like forever. I knew I would never stop waiting. And as soon as I gazed at you, I knew I had to have you. And that I could not wait another second, no matter what the consequences. 

It felt like madness but I couldn't have stopped if the building were burning down on us. If it had happened when the Twin Towers were hit, it would have been the same. That's the level of madness I felt when I saw you.

"So yes, I believe what you say. I have no idea what to do about it, but right now I don't care. I just need to have you again and this time I am going to savor you. For a very long time."

And I began to kiss her softly, then more urgently, then insistently, cruelly because I couldn't get enough of her. I couldn't stop and I would have gone on all night but her hands reminded me I had other parts of me besides my lips and mouth and they began to demand my attention.

I strained against her, then touched her everywhere and then after I had finished with her mouth, her breasts, her thighs, her hot center, I began the journey all over again.

My mouth was on her body and moved of its own accord, drinking her, devouring her, demanding her, never stopping, my hands between her legs, my body crushing her beneath me, then lifting up and pulling her over and I couldn't get enough of all this touching and eating her skin, hair, ears, hands, feet, breasts, and I knew if I began eating her folds and entrance I would never stop so I began tasting her, sucking her, smelling her until I was driven mad again and couldn't be tender any longer.

I was starving for her, hungry as I had never been for food, desperate for her, to be in her and I groaned and entered her again, slowly at first then harder, until I was frantic with desire, unable to stop and I slammed into her again and again until she screamed my name over and over.

And she tensed, held her breath, tried to stop but couldn't and began to tremble and convulse against me and I pounded into her harder and harder until I gave up and let everything go into her moaning and crying out and holding her so hard I thought I might break all her bones.

"You're mine now. You're mine. You're mine and no one else's. And I will kill you too if I see you, hear you, imagine you ever touching anyone else again the way you touch me. You're mine!" I grabbed her throat and knifed her eyes and threatened her with murder if she ever even thought of anyone else. "

My god what is going on with me. She laughed about this, but I cannot even smile about it. I am dead serious. She's mine, mine and no one else's.

Irresistible Destiny:Chapter 4:Alterity

Twilight: Irresistible Destiny

Each individual life unfolds on two levels, in two dimensions – history and destiny – which coincide only exceptionally. Each life has its history, the history of its successive events, its twists and turns – but elsewhere, in another dimension, there is only one form, that of the absolute becoming of the same situation, which occurs for everyone in the form of an Eternal Return.(Baudrillard The Intelligence of Evil: 79)

...destiny, is divided, like thought which comes to us from the other, each is the

destiny of the other, there is no individual destiny,(Baudrillard  Impossible Exchange:84)

Chapter 4: Mine

BPOV

I’ve gone mad. I heard what I just said to him. He will think I am insane. Well, I am. But how sane can he really be to take me like that. We cannot be new to each other. We must go a long way back into time. Who were we before? Where in history did we know each other before? We have always been lovers. How many hundreds of years have we been longing for each other? With that violence just now it has been way too long for either one of us.

“You knew me right away,” I said.

 “I know now that I knew you just as suddenly. It could have been Egypt, or Asia, or Atlantis, Greece. You have always been my lover just as I have always been yours. Through the centuries. And through the future because now is not just now for us. We think we are meeting for the first time now, but we aren’t. And somewhere in the future our lives are mingling, Destiny is arranging for us to meet again. We have never been without each other. 

And all the between times we are always just waiting for the Other, just waiting, doing whatever it is we do in the time and place, but always just waiting for the Other. Because when we meet all else stops. Whoever we were before we meet just goes on and diverges away from who we are when we are together. We become Other as soon as Destiny arranges our meeting. And when we sit and talk to each other about this we will know how Destiny has been guiding the world so we can at last come together.

“I know all this because I have been obsessed, because I have been trying to find you but I didn’t know I was looking, searching. I have been preparing myself to know you immediately, because it is so important that we know instantly so we do not chance missing each other, so we don’t waste any more time in this life now. What we are supposed to do I do not know. We will be given signs to tell us. Like the pigeons just now. That was telling us in a startling way that we could not ignore or deny.

“Please say something. Please tell me you know this. Please reassure me I’m not alone in feeling this right now. Please.”

I’m begging him to know this. I will beg all the rest of the night in as many ways as I can imagine until I know he knows this. I will beg forever.

Twilight:Irresistible Destiny:Chapter 3: Mine

Twilight: Irresistible Destiny

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 Leda and the Swan - William Butler Yeats

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Cy Twombly - Leda

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still

Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed

By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,

He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push

The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?

And how can body, laid in that white rush,

But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there

The broken wall, the burning roof and tower

And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up,

So mastered by the brute blood of the air,

Did she put on his knowledge with his power

Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

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EPOV

I feel her hands in  my hair as I sob out my anguish, my relief, spent lust, my life, my existence, everything, everything, everything I cannot say or think or know but only feel with all of me.  My god, how incredible this is, an Event, unplannable, unthinkable, coming from nowhere. It could never have been planned, never have been predicted, never expected. Like being in Nagasaki or Hiroshima that awful day. How can anyone know anything? You are going about your life, doing the things you planned and then, and then…Yes. John Lennon: 

Life is what happens to you as you are carrying out your plans.

What shall I do? What can I say to her? I can never let her go. I’ve violated her and I know she loved it as I loved it. I shall never want anyone else ever again. How can I keep her? It’s not another time in history where I could capture her and imprison her forever, but that’s what I want to do. Oh my god, what can I say now, or later, or ever? Gradually I quiet and I know I must look at her, look deep in her eyes again. If I do I will die again, I know it. But I must do this one thing first.

So I raise my head, look deep into her eyes. She is smiling, not a little smile but a huge one! And then she starts to laugh and laugh and hold me tighter and tighter.

“I’ll never let you go! Never will I let you go!” she says. ”The gods have arranged this and I for one will  not disobey them!” And then she laughs again and screams, “Thank you! Thank you!”, as she looks out the window onto the piazza and at that moment the pigeons all fly up in the air past the window fluttering their wings before dipping down again.  She laughs again and says, “Did you see that? Did you see that omen! Don’t ever think about getting away from me! I’ll kill you just like Medea murdered her children,  if you even try to think about that! And if you think about it, if it even enters your mind, I’ll know. I’ll know even before you know that I know and I  will kill you! No one will ever have you again. Never! You’re mine, just mine!” And then she laughs softly again and holds me even tighter 

And I am ready all over again.

Twilight:Irresistible Destiny:Chapter 2: Kairos

Twilight: Irresistible Destiny

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Everything can change at any moment, suddenly and forever.

Paul Auster

You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky.

Paul Auster

If you're not ready for everything, you're not ready for anything.

Paul Auster

Rapture is more than pleasure, more than a transport of the soul; it involves a physical embolism, a bodily stupor and a kind of amazement of the will. (Baudrillard - Cool memories II - 87-88)

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Chapter 2 : Kairos

BPOV

I turned and looked at him as I was shutting the door and when I saw his face I was stunned. Paralyzed by the eyes of Medusa. I couldn’t say a word. I couldn’t remember what I was doing outside in the corridor. How did I get here? Who was I? I stopped breathing.

And then he came across the strip of carpet so fast and grabbed me, pushing me back into my room, locking my door, and ripping my clothes off. I’m being raped I thought. I trembled as if hit by a low voltage stun gun. I couldn’t protest, couldn’t utter a word, couldn’t move my legs, couldn’t scream, and didn’t even want to.

I felt my clothes tearing off me as I was pinned against the wall. I grabbed at him and dug my fingers and nails into his shoulders and then they slid against his back pulling him into me. What am I doing? I cannot believe this is happening to me.  My breathing steps up, I open my mouth to say something, "please, please," and he covers my mouth, not with his hand or tape or some such, but with his mouth and he begins to bite at my lips and I try to give him my tongue but his teeth just keep on stinging me and I am loving it. I am not who I was just a few minutes ago going out to have a late supper and some wine. Who was that woman?

He enters me and I want all of him in me. He carries me to the bed with my legs wrapped around him, and slams into me and oh god, I am dying. He pounds at me and I can’t even return his thrusts I am so gone. I can’t do anything except lie here and try to force him closer, closer, closer and I can’t get him any closer. His clothes are off. How did that happen? I didn’t even notice. 

And then I am really gone as he reaches that place deep inside where time and memory and the world all goes away and I don’t clench him, my body just tries to crush him inside of me so he will never get out, never, and then I shake and scream and moan as I come in a throbbing incoherent mess of sounds falling from my lips in words I have never heard and sounds that are foreign to me and still he keeps on and on and then orders me to come again, and I can’t help myself, I just obey and come all over him again and then oh god, I feel him letting go inside me and I feel his semen filling me, filling me until I think it will all flood out of me, and it sprays that spot at the entrance to my cervix and I am gone yet again. He tightens his grip on me as our breathing slows and starts to come back to normal.

Oh my god. Even if he kills me now I won’t mind. I will offer myself to him. He is the most wondrous thing that I have ever felt in my life. I am truly ready to die now.

And then. He begins to talk and tell me about destiny and I know this is the Greek moment called Kairos, when my historical line and my destiny line have just met and crossed in that rarest of all rare experiences.  When my two selves have diverged to live separate diverging lives, growing farther and farther apart through time.

And then. He begins to sob in great heaves as he lies on me and holds me as if he will never let me go. And I never want him to.

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Twilight:Irresistible Destiny:Chapter 1: Kairos

There are always at least two occasions when two persons, unwittingly, almost meet. Each time destiny seems to have prepared this meeting with the greatest care, attending first to one possibility, then another, ordering the tiniest detail and leaving nothing to chance. But each time some tiny, unattended eventuality intervenes to prevent the coming together, and the two lines diverge once again at a greater rate... But destiny is much too persistent to allow itself to be put off by a failure. It arrives at its ends, by such subtle machinations that not even a click is heard when at last the two persons are brought together. (Nabokov)quoted in Jean Baudrillard's Impossible Exchange 81

....passion and seduction care nothing for the recognition of the other, (Baudrillard The Perfect Crime:118)

....genuine rape, is not forcibly ‘enjoying’ someone, but forcing someone to

have pleasure, (Baudrillard Impossible Exchange:123)

EPOV 1

I was coming out of my hotel room in Venice and, as it was late, I finally planned to eat, maybe downstairs. I clicked the electronic lock, turned to check which way the elevator was. That was when I saw her across the hall exiting her room, and her door had not closed yet. As she turned and met my eyes, our eyes locked and I was drowning in those dark pools that got blacker and blacker as her pupils dilated.

My breath caught in my throat and I closed the distance across the hallway, grabbed her around the waist with one hand, pushed her back inside with my body and other hand, twisted around to close her door and lock it, then slammed her against the wall beside the door. My hand around her waist was freed now and I began to rip her clothes off and I covered her mouth with mine and began to bite her lips softly but with more and more sting I knew. She opened her mouth to me as my tongue slid in and sought hers.

Oh my god what am I doing, but there was no way I could stop now. I lifted my head to say,

"There's nothing here except you. You and me. Us. In this room. In this world. Right now in this moment."

And that was all I could get out before I finished ripping her clothes off all the way and starting with my own, imprisoning her mouth with my lips the whole time. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling and tugging then moved to my hair and she grabbed it and yanked and moaned and pushed against my body.

I pulled her legs up around me, standing there and poised at her entrance. I went in a few inches, lifted her more and carried us to the bed where I entered her all the way, oblivious to anything, unaware of her, myself, the bed, my life, hers, the world, nothing but slamming into her with all the force I had and listening to her half scream, half moan. Her eyes were squnched closed as I watched her with immense hunger. I couldn't stop and I pulled all the way out just to feel myself slam into her again. I didn't care about her feelings, her pleasure, or anything else about her at all, just this, just taking her over and over and over until she screamed and came all over us both.

I pounded into her until she clenched and clutched me everywhere, inside and out, twisting to get away and holding me so tight neither of us could have moved an inch away from the other. I ground down into her again and again until I felt her deep weak spot that just opened to me like the endless void it was and she began to convulse, scream, cry, tremble , pulsate, throb and until her entire body just let go trembling and shaking and convulsing as she yelled and murmured incoherent words and sounds.

I kept on and on, ordered her to come again and pounded her into unmerciful oblivion and spent as she was, she trembled all over my cock again and I let go at last feeling all of her, her mouth, her breasts, the length of her naked body against mine and I threw back my head and hollered to the sky like a primitive animal inside the room of this hotel on the Piazza San Marco, one of the most civilized places in the world.

When I began to breathe again I turned and looked at her but her eyes were closed.

"I've never done this before" I said.

"I've never even thought of doing this before. I just had to have you. I'm not even sorry that I can't feel sorry or even say I'm sorry because I'm not. Not at all. I'm just so grateful. You are a dream, you are inside my dreams, and yet you are not. I feel all my life has led up to this moment when you walked out of the door to your hotel room.

"What trillions of endless decisions and moments and ideas, thoughts, feelings, experiences, everything, just everything that had to happen exactly as they happened for you to walk out that door at exactly that moment in time. I cannot believe it. I cannot believe it happened. How could it ever have happened. I don't know. I will never know."

And I held her tightly to me and began to weep, sobbing until my whole body trembled over hers.

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