into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and could feel her against him. She was cold but her mouth was hot. He began to feel himself grow again, and he tried to hide it, but was unsuccessful.
“Jeez, persistent isn’t he?” Anna shook her head.
“I’m sorry. In fact,” Jimmy opened his eyes and said, “I have never actually done this before.”
“Danced in the moonlight?”
“No, what I think we’re about to do. Well, I hope what we’re going to do.”
Anna placed her finger over Jimmy’s lips and nodded. Relaxing warmth overtook him. She took his hand and laid him on the ground. “I want this as much as you do.”
Jimmy placed his hands on her arms as she knelt before him. She kissed her way down his stomach and then took him into her mouth. He exhaled in ecstasy as she did this. Jimmy moaned as she continued, never feeling anything like this before.
“Do you like that?” She stopped long enough to ask.
“Y-Yes.”
Anna stood up and Jimmy watched her as she lowered herself on top of him, and he then felt the true warmth of her body. She moaned as she slid down, and then began rocking back and forth. She ran her hands up her body, rubbing her breasts and then finally running her hands through her hair. She began to moan as then pant. “Aren’t you glad we cleansed ourselves? God this is such a sin.” She snickered as she continued to make love.
“A sin, that feels so good.” Jimmy said in between moans.
The ground was cool and wet, but Jimmy didn’t mind as he was growing warm. The ground seemed to hug his body. His senses were completely blown away with Anna making love to him, the smell of the earth beneath him and the smoldering fire in the distance.
Anna’s breath became more erratic, her hips bucked with the passion and finally she climaxed with a hard thrust; her muscles squeezing Jimmy as she did. She bucked again, climaxing again and as she did this she ripped aside her mask and kissed his mouth hard. Jimmy kissed back, their tongues twirling and dancing together as their owners did just a short while ago.
Anna was not letting up. Her kiss was getting deeper, the ground hugging him more, her struggled to move his arms, but they were planted.
The earth was embracing them. Jimmy went to scream into Anna’s mouth but she only kissed harder. He rocked against her but she only kept her pressure on him. Their bodies comingled into the earth as it drew them in.
Anna broke the kiss and looked down at Jimmy. Jimmy let out a terrified scream that fell short of the orgasmic moans from around the fire just a few hundred feet away. “Help me,” he cried. He turned his gaze up to Anna and began to weep. “Please, help me.”
Anna kissed his lips again; again he screamed. She held her kiss until he stopped screaming a minute later. Her legs were planted too, but with a little effort she raised her foot out of the shallow. She wiped her lips and then stared at the spot where Jimmy was just moments before.
“I give you this, Mother. In return, you feed on this pure heart. Heal yourself, so one day you can be as strong as you once were.” Anna kissed her hand and then touched the earth.
Anna gathered her clothes and began to walk back to the party. She pulled her cloak back on over her naked body and adjusted the mask. Stacey was in a compromising position in front of the fire, a man was behind her thrusting, and she was face down moaning just a few feet from the flickering. Stacey’s mere acts of fornication belittled everything the tradition stood for. Her party guests slammed into each other like grotesque beasts with human flesh. The dank sweat and sex odor assaulted from all sides, compounded by the intense heat of the fading pyres.
“Anna! Get out of here, before Mom and Dad kill me!” Stacey yelled, still in the throes of passion.
“Sorry, Stacey.” Anna said as she scurried into the house. Anna did not look up again until she was inside the house, from there she watched where the party was, and occasionally glanced in the distance where Jimmy and her consummated.
A faint smile crossed her lips, she would miss him.
EDDY
H.H. Shullith
Preferring to talk to animals and not people, H.H. Shullith lives in a bohemian loft in the northwest, where she writes novels and delights in showing visitors her collection of fully functional diesel-powered chain-driven sex toys.
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Lomax was a prosecutor for Multnomah County and the terror of the city of Portland until he found his true calling. Time after time the conservative, capitalistic and callous Benson Lomax would swoop into a courtroom and somehow convince a mostly Democratic, extremely liberal jury plucked from liberal enclaves like Hawthorne or Multnomah Village that the accused was dangerous, unrepentant and a risk to public safety and had to be locked away. He won almost every case and took great delight in the fact that he was known in the public defender’s office as
Lomax didn’t care about anything but money and power and what they bought him; property, prestige and pussy. It wasn’t until he was forced to appear at a benefit for special needs foster children that he realized how empty his life was and what good he could still do with the years he had left.
He never dwelled on his sudden conversion, and didn’t attribute it to conscience or God. He tried not to think about it, afraid he might jinx the joy he found in his new life.
Lomax retired. He cashed in his chips and bought a huge spread in Montana. Once a working ranch, the Big Sky Estate became a haven for foster children who could not fit in anywhere else, children who had been shunned, locked up, and abused.
Lomax was once razor sharp and whippet thin, as keen and dangerous as a honed blade, and just as heartless.
Lomax was older now. He was fatter, gentler, easy to laugh, full of love and fiercely protective of the six children who were now
Lomax had lost his edge . . . at a time when that edge was needed most.
“You sure you got the right fuckin road?” Brenda was in the back seat of the old Chevy, behind Patty, who was driving.
“I’m sure,” Patty said. She was usually too timid for Brenda’s taste but she knew how to handle a car. Driving was why she had been locked up.
She drove getaway for a boyfriend with two bad habits; a meth addiction and a compulsion to rob banks. The fact that the dumb shit panicked on their last job and shot an off-duty cop who tried to defuse a tense situation didn’t help.
Patty had expected to spend the rest of her life in prison thanks to Benson Lomax, a horrible man who had seemed to enjoy ruining her life, until her sentence was reduced on a legal technicality from homicide to attempted robbery, with time served. She had gone into prison at nineteen, and had turned twenty-three the day she was released.
Brenda looked at Liz, who sat across from Patty in the driver’s seat.
“You sure you know how to read a fuckin map?”
“Don’t be such a bitch,” Liz said. Liz was tiny and lovely and looked much younger than thirty-six. She had been an accountant in a law firm until her boss had grabbed her one evening, called her his
