Obsession in Absence

As the momentum from their final glorious thrusts ebb and their mirrored orgasm-pitched screams fade into echo, Kelly and Kate begin to drift.

They had each built towards and waited for this confrontation for months. While these two contrary women lingered and learned at separate colleges across the country from one another.

Both working all the while to keep their rivalry present in mind and haunting in focus. Each sending insult-laced texts during their days and meeting for longed for conflict via FaceTime at night.

Finally, after being so long apart and while entirely obsessed with their feverish fixation on meeting woman to woman, their moment came.

And since the sun rose over the hills, they have put their bodies to the test. In struggle and strain — pleasure and a delicious hint of pain.

But in the wake of that trib-bound tribunal, they slow — beset by fatigue and satisfaction. The two rivals having spent every ounce of energy and fire they had, attempting to best one another.

Until, in that gentle, rocking moment of cataclysm’s eventual calm, they found themselves on the searing edge of a stalemate. Every orgasm caused then suffered. And every moment of dominance earned then endured.

From the perspective an other — an outside to their addiction, a curse might be expected. Galling! Maddening! Frustrating!

But that moment of equality and exhaustion, gives them exactly what they wanted.

More. More of each. More of their rivalry. More of the one thing that has let them escape the boring and painful world they find themselves trapped in.

And so it is in peace and bliss they drift off to sleep together. Holding their rival’s hand. Still locked in their sticky, sex-stained scissor.

Knowing that when they wake, they will seek that same fairy tale ending again. Until the life that binds them pulls them from their momentary escape.