Chapter 6: Arcade Interruptions

Guilt fought greed, taboos fighting tactile desire, Mia’s chill fighting Elena’s electric hotness, fueling possessive lust in blurring bloodlines, divorce dents causing her dares, breakup bruises causing my boldness, our bond blooming into a beguiled game, sweat-slick palms linked as we play, bodies blurring as we breathe the game. Her hips thrusting into mine as we flipper smack, heat hatching low like hidden hearths under brine, internal tempests in my mind flickering to mirror memories, breasts spilling with grip, with soft bounce, curls giving slick hope; her thrill signified by her flushed skin, lingering press, thinly glowing yoga scar like erotic etch.

The score went up like our carnal fever, machine beeps matching heartbeats like tidal drums, crowd hisses drowning possible moans but magnifying company. Her face more flustered, “aligning” my position but cupping my bulge at length, spark arcing like live wire, shaft curling up fiercer, pre-dripping boxers. I fought back, hand “channeling” her hips but probing to rim the hem, knuckles brushing inner thigh, near that steaming whirlpool. Breaths hot and shallow, sweat beading in the bracing air, drips threading her neck like preface to other drips, her hard nipples obvious, tenting blue like invitations.

Subchapter 6A: collision avoidance near miss