Passions Prologue
By Dana Keylits
Chapter Fourteen: Born Again
Day Seven
People talked about being born again, and I never understood what that really meant. Did it mean they felt they had to metaphorically die, and then rise from the ashes like a Phoenix? That they'd abdicated their former life, renounced their un-pious and worldly goods for some greater calling? Some bigger life? Or, did it simply mean that they'd had some kind of awesome, earth shattering experience that had left them questioning who they were, what their lives, until that moment, had meant?
I didn't know.
Before I met you, Bette, I had had no idea of the varied pleasures my body could bring me, the sense of connectedness I could have with another person through physical intimacy. You have taught me that, Bette. You've taught me that life has so many opportunities for joy, and we shouldn't allow ourselves to get bogged down by the rules and mores of a rigid society only to deny ourselves that joy in order to fit in with the uneasy masses.
You taught me that it was okay to enjoy my body, to enjoy your body, to experience sexual desire and pleasure, knowing that it was a gift to be cherished, to be nourished, to be shared.
And, wow, haven't we had fun? Sharing it, I mean?
As I sit in my dorm room now, I should be preparing for an exam. Instead, I'm remembering the flood of polyphonic sensations that had washed over me as I lay bound to your bed, blindfolded, vulnerable, naked, open, panting, wanting, wishing, begging.
Fucking.
And, I became aroused just thinking about you.
So much so that I took out the dildo you bought me at the sex dungeon and slipped out of my clothes, preparing for a lover who was, at the moment, only in my mind. I turned out the lights, crawled beneath the warm covers of my twin bed, and touched myself.
I was already wet, warm, my body vibrating with the sensual thoughts of what you'd done to me, your soft kisses, seductive caresses, the slide of your finger in and out of me, circling my clit, coaxing me to a second orgasm, and then a third, and then soothing me as I came down.
The blindfold coming off and you, above me, in all of your naked glory, your body glistening in the half-light, radiant, sparkling, flawless, as though made of clay and stone and not flesh and blood. The constant whispers, dangerous and wanton, sinful, carnal, and your voice, your velvety, luscious feminine voice sending currents of joy to every part of me, every corner and crevice and dark, hidden place, and, I knew that I was no longer the same person I had been when I'd shown up at your place, smiling and naïve, unaware of the heights, the excruciating, dizzying heights, that you would take me.
And, the way you said my name, "Kate," as though it were a song, or a prayer, or a sacred eternal vow.
And so, in the low light of my digital alarm clock, I explored my own body, teasing myself, pinching myself, arousing myself. And, you were there, too, in my mind, my heart, my aching unquenching need. You permeated every cell and fiber, my desire for you oozing from every pore of my naked infused flesh. And, at my crescendo, your name a breathless whisper upon my lips, I opened my eyes, and I swear to almighty God in heaven that I could see you above me.
And, I was born again.