100 seconds

The 100 seconds game was on.

For a second or two I hesitated, unable to decide whether to peek inside her mind or his, but time was running fast and a mere observer could definitely not come close to understanding the beauty the joy and the passion of the moments to come. I saw something powerful in her eyes, and hence entered her mind.

The game was already on though. He lay still, with eyes shut, body relaxed, enveloped in peace. The alarm had been set to ring after 01:40 minutes, and thus meanwhile, he was all hers. I didn't detect much of a thought inside her, but a forceful passion, something that almost took me by surprise with its power the moment I entered, but it only served to remind me again the power of true love. Her eyes saw him as the most beautiful, most lovable, most desirable thing ever. Dazed in the intensity of love, I just watched on as she moved on him, beginning with sucking his toes and then slosly rising upwards on his legs. His body quivered a little, as she reached his butt, caressing it like a soft bear. She lifted his hands in hers, kissed them and touched them with her cheek, and proceeded to massage her arm.

It was less than 50 seconds left, and all I felt inside her was ecstasy and flooding passion. I decided to shift, and peek inside his mind, to know what he was going through being at the receiving end of such affection, yet laying still reactionless himself bound by the rules of the game. Not surprisingly, the instant I entered his mind feelings of immense bliss, excitation, lust and powerful energy hit me. And alongside there was peace, security, comfort and delight to compliment the aroused anticipation. I felt in heaven there. She moved her hand through his torso, her delicate touch caressing the stomach and the chest, and under the layer of clothing his body felt the scintillating chill. His heart was breathing faster all the time, but when her hand stayed there at his heart for a couple of seconds, he felt like he could have died without regrets. Something inside him was leaping, something else was struggling for the 100 seconds to get over so he could hug her tight and love her back. Ecstasy it was, but there were still 25 seconds or so to go.

He felt her lips on his neck, and shoulders, just brushing past, yet slowly and sensually. That carried on to her face and every inch of him now began to hurt out of a desire for her. Just a few more seconds, the mind told the body. Clearly the game was working. Her soft lips reached her eyes and rested on them, gently kissing as if sucking away all the malice they ever saw. Finally she reached her lips, the drama was climaxing, and fittingly enough ended in a soft sweet loving kiss, and her eys appeared as if she would make him drink all the love she had inside her through her lips. She broke away all of a sudden...must have been only a few seconds left, but it had been a moment of such pure enrapturing love that I stayed peacefully where I was with my eyes shut too, absorbing all the beauty and waiting for the alarm to go off, just like him.

The alarm did ring, and slowly I opened my eyes, followed my him opening his. There was a tear of grateful joy in his eyes, and lots of love. It was going to be his turn for the next 100 seconds as she promised. But she wasn't there. He looked around; I rushed outside of him and looked around. But she was no more there. Confused despair filled his eyes, shock filled mine. Why did she go away? Damn, why wasn't I inside her head....

Why did she go away?

I have a feeling she had to go, but why why why....