Barbara possesses a deep awareness of her potential authority within society and within her own body. Harnessing that power, unlocks some of the universe’s greatest mysteries – yes Barbara can fly – but what else could be achieved up there at the top of an orgasm?
Sometimes Barbara knows something will happen before it happens. She doesn’t have psychic abilities – as far as she understands – it is just that she has known or experienced most moments before and can foresee the possibilities, trajectories and likelihoods. When Barbara expresses concern for potential disaster or elation at potential success, she is ignored or tutted at. What would she know?
So far, Barbara has lived for 76 years, 364 days and 11 hours. At midnight Seven will arrive. Seven is Barbara’s lucky number; it has been proven over and over.
Barb does not get caught up in Seven’s body – it is there to perform its action. She touches her own body. Her skin is softer now, made velvety by downy hairs and layers of folded and crinkled, tissue-y flesh. She takes some time, her hand mo…ving……ev…er……so……slow…ly…… around her neck, over her breasts, down to her stomach, her hips, her touch rousing an urging pang beneath her clitoris. On command, Seven’s hand moves there, at first circling then settling with a gentle press. Seven’s other hand moves around her body, but it is her own hand that continues to excite her – it’s knowing sourced from well worn, muscle memory. Barbara’s fingers tug at her pubes, the hair is thinner now, wiry, each tug pulling at the skin and revealing her clitoris to new angles of Seven’s press.
Barb, turns over and up onto her hands and knees. Lubricant is spread over the phallus and with wet fingers, her vagina is opened and the phallus inserted. Muscles now clenching, every part of it reaches her; the edge, the curve, its expanse. She pushes back on it, willing it to venture further, deeper, fast, faster, faster and slow, slower, slow…er. Wet fingers continue around to her ass, gripping onto and spreading her cheeks, searching inside, the probe carefully slips in and settles, then gently dances alongside the phallus, matching and working alongside its energy. Wet fingers remain on her clitoris, pushing, pressing and tickling.
With momentum gathering, her skin pulses and reddens, blood pumping, huffing, pausing, breath breathing, everything suddenly moving in and out all at once——–Barb’s throaty exhale starts to tap——–and a light-ness begins to occur——–Barb’s weight is unlocked and with every exhale she rises another breath-edge from the bed. It is from above, squinting, she sees the back of her head, her own soft body, glossy, glinting, pumping and rolling with pleasure. She rests here for a moment, marvelling at herself and musing, “What if this energy could be harnessed? What could it animate, energize, fuel? Surely the emissions would be safer than those we currently use for this purpose?” Then swiftly and intensely, her breath acutely rises into an airy gasp and she is plopped onto the sheets.
Barb lays on her side for a moment, sexy and sated. Looking down at her body, glistening with lube and sweat she acknowledges her knees, red and humming. She reaches down to remove the buzzing vibrator – already mostly pushed from her vagina, tossing it on the bed and then reaches around to remove the slick dildo from her ass, placing it on a tissue to rinse in the morning.