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Bits and Pieces
Moved here from “under the fold” on the homepage
Gazing
by Leem
 | I am gazing into the face of my lover as we come. Her features contort with pleasure as mine contort; her back arches as mine arches; she moans as I moan; the same intense ecstasy courses through both of our bodies simultaneously. Our movements are perfectly synchronised, our mutual orgasm slowed and intensified by the experimental time watch on my wrist. Oh, gods, it feels so good. We never want it to end. Be careful what you wish. There’s a faint crackle of energy, a momentary whiff of ozone, and... We’re coming all over again, and it feels exactly like the first time! The watch has short-circuited or something, and jumped us back in our own timeline to relive our orgasm! And then... a faint crackle of energy, a momentary whiff of ozone, and we’re coming again, and again, and again, every time just as good as the first - because it is the first! Oh, gods. Every time we finish climaxing, the machine forces us to start again. We can’t turn it off, even if we wanted to. Neither of us can do anything except come over and over again, trapped in this small loop of time forever. I guess we’ll get used to it eventually. Eternity’s a very long time, after all. |
Lend Some Support
by Leem
Lend Some Support: photo and caption by Leem, Creative Commons licence.
Photographed in the window of a now-defunct Las Vegas art repro shop, June 2011.
I believe it may be based on a piece by Falconet, but I haven’t been able to confirm this.
The Endless Circle
by Leem
Mental Notes by Professor Helena Vincent, July 23 20353:33 PM: Commencing test of new H.U.L.A. gyratory time machine. At 3:37 I will attempt to travel forward by five minutes.
3:36 PM: Discover unexpected side effect: a powerful orgasm! Making it hard to think clearly. Must focus on programming.
3:37 PM: Climax intensifying, more and more. Incredible sensation, but try to concentrate. Time shift commencing... now.
3:37 PM: Programming error. Jumped back five seconds! Helplessly repeating gyrations. Can’t stop. Unbelievable climaxes.
3:37 PM: Climax after stunning climax, every one identical. Sun frozen in the sky. Body won’t respond. Impossible to escape.
3:37 PM: It’s been 3:37 PM for a million years. Endless gyration. Endless orgasm. Oh, dear god, what a way to spend eternity.
Dance of Ecstasy
by Leem
The Vine by Harriet Whitney Frishmuth, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York,
photo by Leem, Creative Commons licence; posed by Desha Delteil, historic photo