Mrs. Dalloway's Coffee Break

  The speck of light through eye lids, not even a speck of light, but a shadow of light; the morning! of having slept through the night, that precious speck of a shadow of light through the eye lids, and the pleasant feeling of sleep slowly escaping through the throat and chest, through the tips of one’s breasts and through armpits. One stretches and lets out a little moan of pleasure, turns on one’s back, the residual sleep escaping through the belly button and vagina, through one’s biceps and elbows and forearms and fingers, and one lifts up her arms in the air, the speck of a shadow of light grows a bit more lucid, a bit more solid, a bit more demanding and a bit more urgent, daring one to open her eyes, daring one to see the morning, but no, not quite yet, not just quite yet, because remnants of sleep and dream are still slowly escaping through her. Now they move through her hips and her buttocks and her cheeks and her mouth, and one sighs an audible sigh for the room to hear...

  1. Hello, are you The Acrobat? I am Alexandra, The Comic Book Tattoo. Where would you bite me if I gave you permission to do that, once? Where would you kiss me? How would you want to hold me? And did you hold me once, many years ago, in a dream? The fragilest, smallest touch of our fingers then, index fingers  touching index fingers, middle fingers touching middle fingers,  almost not but I feel it, and as I look at our hands  almost intertwined I feel such a rush of excitement I lose my  breath, my knees give, I feel my body electrify as a current of  immense, overpowering want floods me. I don’t remember what color the sky was, only that it was bright, the moon was there, and inside the hedge a dove cooed. I wake up and realize I am aroused and lie very still  trying to let the feeling pass in its own time, and it takes a long while  before my body calms down again. An ancient reminder of how one is helpless before emotion  s...