Introduction

The bedroom’s thin brown drapes restricted the bright afternoon sun from fully illuminating what transpired inside. A delicate foot swayed gently in the air. Toenails painted a daring shade of bright red contrasted against lightly burnished nut brown skin. With the curtains drawn over all the windows as they were now, pockets of shadow permeated the house. Clothing crumpled and hastily cast aside lay piled in pools of soft light underneath the window. Two figures occupied the bed in the center of the room, each focusing the utmost attention on the other.

Lean and tall, a young man lay stretched on his side. Long tufts of black hair spiraled down past his shoulders. His skin was fair, but darkened somewhat by the sun. Mahogany eyes flecked with specks of gold gazed up at him from an innocent seeming face encased in a cascade of blazing red hair which matched the fiery color of her toe and fingernails. Squirming against him delightfully she chided “How did it take me this long to get you out of your clothes?”. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you preferred the company of naked boys!”. Giggling, Kakada shifted closer and wriggled her toes against his.

Ary ran a hand down the length of her curved shoulders, dragging his fingers slowly across her chest and downward. His fingers continued until they came to rest on top of a perfectly rounded breast. Pinching her tiny, delicate brown nipple between his fingers elicited a quick intake of breath from Kakada. “I’ve yet to meet a boy who caught my eye ... maybe that’s because none of them had perfect breasts like yours”. Grinning, Kakada turned her eyes down appreciatively to examine her feminine curves. Ary sighed. “You know, I’m used to dealing with all kinds of trouble in my line of work, but this time I may have bitten off more than I can chew.” To emphasize his point, he playfully placed her nipple between his incisors and tugged.

Kakada’s squeal reverberated through the small room. “Ooh!”. With a playful slap she pounced up on top of Ary, legs straddling his middle. She smiled wickedly, “Two can play that game!”. Her teeth bit at his neck, none too gently. Laughing and wincing, Ary pushed Kakada’s face up to his and kissed her deeply. He could feel her tense for a moment, straining against him, and then she melted in his arms. Ary’s mind wandered as he moved his lips down along her neck, and he felt a brief twinge of shame. The feeling lasted only a few moments, replaced by a far-off voice in his head urgently calling his attention to how extraordinarily risky the situation was.

His heart began to pound as adrenaline flooded his system; he was filled with a glorious burst of energy that had a subtle edge of anxiety. He flipped Kakada from her perch atop him, reversing their positions. The possible repercussions of continuing their trist were high, but he could not find the willpower needed to abandon the flushed, beautiful creature spread underneath him. He knew that it was too late to turn back now; he would take what he wanted. He pushed himself lower.

Ary inhaled deeply. The aromatic essence of his partner washed over him in a wave of intoxicating joy and exhilaration so strong it banished all the thoughts that had been bothering him just moments ago. With his mind now cleared of all the distracting worries of what seemed to be the long forgotten past, he was left with just one impulse. This impulse was so strong he felt as if he was being controlled by a submerged part of his consciousness that lurked in the recesses of his psyche.