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Room  
87.
 
Knock.  
Knock.  
Knock.
Rest.  
Knock.
 
The door opens.
The room is dark,
Except
For a single light.
In the bathroom.
 
She's answered
An ad
In an online
Section
Seeking
This.
 
"Go
To the bathroom
And follow
The instructions."
 
She takes  
A shower
With the body soap
Provided,
 
Towels off
Wordlessly,
And enters
The bedroom
Area
Defenselessly
Nude
And in
Increasing darkness.
 
A man,
It seems,
Is lying
Fully clothed
On the bed,
And the covers
Are pulled across
And tossed
On the floor.
 
As requested,
She crawls
Up
On his chest
And begins
To press
Herself
Forward
Until
She makes
Contact.
 
Then she leans
Into him,
Grabs his head,
And starts
Thrusting  
Into his open
Mouth
With developing
Arousal,
 
At first,
She was
Just getting used
To making
The physical
Connection,
 
Then pushing
Herself
Into intuition
And abundance,
 
And,
Ultimately,
Using his face
And sensory  
Osculations
To ascend
Into an overcharged
Fury
Of static
Electricity.
 
Her inhibitions
Checked
At the door,
Now she was
Only aware
That her
Convulsions
Were a destination.
 
No other thoughts
Entered her mind.
 
Riding
And written,
Her overloading body
Ignited,
As sweat
And glamour
Gave way
To her
Animal nature.
 
She then
Slipped back  
Along his body,
Caressed his chest,
And secured
His arms
Around her.
 
As her volcanic
Rhythms
Subsided,
And she felt
More centered
And relaxed,
 
She slipped
Out of bed,
Redressed herself,
Walked to the door,  
Stood  
For a moment,
Glanced
At the floor,
Tossed her hair,
And shut the door
Behind her.