He moved a hand down my skirt as he whispered in my ear. "You get to cum when I say so. Not before." His fingers stroked my clit softly. "You get to p...ay with yourself when I say so. Not before." He moved his hand lower towards my slit and began to finger fuck me on the dirty floor. "I will deny you release again and again until I'm satisfied. Do you understand?" I looked up at him, eyes glazed from the pleasure overtaking me and nodded. He pulled his hand back and licked me off his fingers. I. Well, that was I, standing in the hallway of my apartment building that Saturday evening. Although I was wearing a robe, it was unbelted. For all practical purposes I could have been the confused Private Charles Plumpick character standing at the gate of a convent, naked, with a birdcage in my hand. Only in my case the camera did not zoom out and credits did not start to roll. No, I was alone, still sort of drunk, still a little buzzed from the as-always great deep throat blowjob Simone had. We walked a little in the morning while it was cold, spent the early afternoon on the lake and then the late afternoon and evening with his parents playing in their climate controlled back yard and grilling and eating a very nice dinner of large mouth bass and roast corn on the cob. We kept very close the entire day, with a lot of touching and snuggling and tender kisses.I swam in emotion the whole day. My own principally, but Chris' too and everyone else's. His parent's, the household staff's.. You exist for a single purpose, to bring about the end of existence and the creation of a new universe.”I still must have looked dense.“You are the BIG BANG, you transcendental idiot!” She shook her head. “And no, the Big Bang did not create the universe. The Big Bang JUDGES the universe, and then the Big Bang allows the universe to exist. Again. And then I spend a million eternities trying to unmake it. It’s what we do. Why do you keep coming back as a human? And why do you keep chasing.