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Universal Constance

... I sizzled. I liquefied. I burned. And though I know that body and mind cannot be separated, that mind is simply a result of chemical reactions within the physical realm, I truly believe that at that moment they were somehow separate entities, flesh and spirit housed within disparate dimensions. Individual heartbeats intensified, yet the spaces between them stretched improbably. The whoosh of blood rushing through my ears slowed to a sudden standstill. Time stalled. Gravity evaporated. Though I still existed, I was nowhere. My heart had stopped. Sensations had ceased. Poised between frozen milliseconds, I gazed again at the blackboard, its surface now awash with dancing, swirling chalky symbols. They skipped, leapt, dived and surfaced, linked arms, jigged and jiggled, jinking and jiving to a music of their own making. Patterns appeared and faded, solidified and melted until, incredibly, I saw elements of a face appear amid the molten mess. Eyes blinked open. A mouth began to move. The voice was soft yet sonorous, its delivery relaxed though meticulous. And it knew my name. 'Connie, I know you can see me, know too you can hear me, for the truth you seek is... me. You have found me.' I shook my head in wonder. 'Who are you?' 'I am the answer.' 'But what,' I found myself laughing, 'what is the question?' The face creased into a reciprocal grin. 'The biggest question of all.' It frowned. 'But are you ready, Connie Waters? Are you ready for me?' My answer was - as most of my ...

... answers are - instantaneous. 'Yes. I am ready.' Another voice echoed through the void. It was Edmund. 'Oh, dear God! Dear God! I see it! I was wrong, but now I see it!' The swirling face was kindly, the voice pleasantly surprised. 'Hello, little man. After all these years! I never though you would see the day...' The sentence faded to nothing. My heart thudded. One... Two... One. Two. One, two; one two. Sensation returned. A sweating bony body pressed into my back. Soft hands clawed my tits. I had a stiff cock up my cunt and it was pulsing, emptying its load inside me. And I too was cumming. I drew breath and screamed. 'Tell me! Tell me!' The face had already faded into a whirling chalky morass. The chair's back was again in my squeezing fingers. The thick pile of a Persian rug cushioned the soles of my high-heeled shoes. Fingers in my hair tugged and released, snagged then fell away. A wave of intense, numbing pleasure swept through me. My guts contracted. I sucked in air and screamed again. The curtains, books, rugs, ceiling, door and blackboard, inhaled my pitiful words then - as though to mock me - breathed them back out in their own distinctive voices. Orgasmic guts grasped once more. My clenching cunt voided. My mind too was empty, though my heart was full of loss. The mental anguish was unbearable, yet still my detached quivering body revelled in intense carnal pleasure. Both cumming and crying, I was somehow still standing. Standing alone. A dull heavy thud from behind me ...