The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song - Sex Stories

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... eyes caused her to flush outward into the space around her. As she approached him, his eyes glowed while he looked intently at her, and she felt herself to expand even more. Matt was standing as she walked toward him and the richness of the warmth she radiated extended ever richer and further enveloping him. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and retraced the steps she had taken from her bedroom. He was entirely caught up in the aura she radiated and it loosed him from anything that responded to gravity. They began to experience an intimacy for which their bodies provided no barrier. They had not a secret from each other. She offered her own soul substance, and he breathed it in. Matt was aware of his inner strength, but in a most unusual way. In one way he was a freight train; in another he felt like he hardly stirred. Any power he brought, she converted into the rich vapor cloud that they were floating in. They were no longer in a bed, nor a house, not any city, not even earth. Claire was reclaimed by her vision from earlier that morning. Then, she had reached a threshold that required more than she was prepared for, but now she realized what it was that had been missing. Her earlier vision was only the preparation for what was accessible now together with Matt. In unison they captured the sense for the movement and intimacy of the two bird-like beings that had been revealed to her earlier, but now they were in a new form. She and Matt had become transformed into ...

... those unified winged forms. Their union was now completed by the same sweet sympathy that earlier she had sensed in the other forms but could not fathom. They danced and swirled aloft bound together by a sound so subtle it could only be felt. With words unspoken they reached as if they could touch that silent harmony that joined them. They immersed themselves into what the heart alone could know, and that was warmth. The sympathy and the warmth that sustained them had its source just beyond. Reaching beyond they found this warmth. It radiated such bliss, and had its own inner movement. It was here that this warmth began to sound. At first almost inaudible to their heart ears, it gradually revealed its immeasurable power. It was at the same time, both soft and gentle, but not in a nurturing way, rather like the sweet smile of a benevolent giant. They drew incredible comfort and shared in the strength that was radiated into them. As this sound emerged from the depths of silence, it gained clarity. It was complex, deep and haunting like an E Sharp Major. It flowed wonderfully in the space that sustained them; its power swelled and rolled throughout. The intense awe and wonder that dominated their inwardness began to expand as if it were to detach itself, until this wonder distilled into the forms of sounding spirits that were lifting and supporting them. This was the vision spoken of in legends of former time. From out of the harmony of the vibrant swirling sound that gently roared, ...