It's a brilliant quote. It's
is an experience. It's everything. It's nothing. It's
everythingnothing. It has no components. It has no
texture. It doesn't feel, smell, sound, touch, or taste like
anything. You can't get it with ESP either.
And yet you could say it does have a sensation. I assert the
is often mis-associated with pleasure. So it's almost on
to call it
... but that's not quite it, simply because the connotations of
bring in associations and meanings which aren't useful here.
The sex manuals are written in order to try to get to
ecstasy from erotica. But they'll all have to be
rewritten because they can't account for people already coming
Nights in ecstasy last forever. They also always end too soon. Too soon
it's time to leave.
"Last touch" I whisper, reaching over to caress the dimple line on her
cheek. She closes her eyes tilting her head back slightly, sighing, her
The dryness of my fingertips on the soft blonde
peach fuzz of her face crackle with a kind of static sensory
electricity. I gradually back away, my fingers stretching out until
they can't touch her anymore, eventually breaking contact. I turn and
walk away toward the door.
"Hey you!" she calls out after me. I stop and turn around.
"Last flash" she says smiling, a mischievous happy smile, slowly
reaching up to grab the lapel of her loosely tied white terry towel
robe, suddenly pulling it open.
The sweetness. The playfulness. The surprise. The ... "Oh
Wow!" ... The gift ...