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Blackthorne
Cinemagenic Ninety-Eight
Coupling
“Sex is the intercourse, the merging or
convergence, of who the two of you are--
your spirits merging.” --Alexandra Katehackis.
1(sound cue) violin and clarinet.
2(two-shot) They both began taking off their boots.
She was not wearing petticoats, so she flashed her
tan thighs at him as her riding skirt lifted with her
legs. Salina: If you stay away from the whores, I’ll
stay away from Thor.
Buck: You don’t have to ask twice.
3(tight two-shot) They were both on their knees,
hugging each other.
Buck: I needed this--thank-you.
Salina: We haven’t done anything yet.
Buck: Oh yes we have.
She put her head against his chest, and his hug
tightened. She laughed with gusto, and suddenly
leaped onto him. He joined her laughter, lying on
his back with her on top of him, her hair brushing
his face. Buck: Hey, who’s riding who?
Salina: We’ll take turns.
They rolled over together, giggling, against the
earth and against each other. They came to a
stop with him on top. She fought for a moment
until he kissed her, his lips barely brushing hers.
She rose up, and kissed him back. They kissed
for several minutes, Their saliva mixed and they
shared a sweetness seldom found. His hands
found her breasts. Her hands encircled his neck.
Her hips began to undulate against his erection.
They sat up and just stared at each other
for a long moment, both of them smiling and
breathing hard. She pulled off her short riding
jacket. He began unbuttoning his shirt. She
finished unbuttoning it for him. The thick muscles
in his shoulders and arms rippled as he peeled
the shirt off; his taunt abbs stacked up above
his pants. He unbuttoned her black blouse, and
helped her out of it. Her large breasts heaved
at the top of her lacy corset. He kissed her neck
and her cleavage as they unlaced the corset.
She slipped out of it, and her breasts presented
themselves. He put his face between them, and
she held the back of his head. He pushed her
breasts together and put both nipples in his
mouth. Her hips began to gyrate.
They stood up. He pulled his jeans off, and
his underwear with them. She smiled at the sight
of the holes in the toes of his socks. She wriggled
out of her leather skirt, and slipped out of her
lacy bloomers. He helped her lie back on the
plaid blanket. He massaged and fingered her
vagina, soaking his hand. As he descended, she
guided his penis into her.
He started slowly, and the coital dance
increased in tempo. The sun was warm on the
back of his neck, as he heard a blackbird cluck,
4(sound cue) piano and cello
as Salina howled, screamed and chewed on him
like a lioness, both of them making love as a fresh
experience, her hips banging into him like drum
beats one moment, and then she would shiver
like a slender willow in the wind the next.
For the first time, Buck found himself holding
back, being enthralled with the pleasure he was
providing for her, amazed at how her orgasms
piled on top of each other. Then they rolled over,
and she was on top, leaning toward him, her
breasts pummeling his face. He held her butt,
imagining butterflies on his knuckles
He felt the tension gathering in his groin, and
she sensed it too, knew it was time. They sprinted
for the vertex, but just before their bodies crashed
together, creating a mingled spirit, Buck felt the
love dove flutter as passion dashed past it, and a
scalding spurting message was ejaculated into the
tender blackness of her belly--as the sun split
open, the landscape disintegrated, their hearts
burst with oneness, they died and were reborn.
They lie together quietly, their bodies
glistening with love sweat. They wept, then laughed,
and their laughter rang out across the flat water. A
lone fishing hawk sailed high above the lake in a
deep blue sky.
Glenn Buttkus
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