The cosmic copulations of the dragonfly woman.
Act IV of an erotic tale featuring an android woman from Alpha.
Strange shadows of somber aspects appeared over the surface of the moving planets. Skinny shadows agitated in slow and irregular movements. The brightness of the light did not let me perceive with certainty if the shadows where part of the configurations specific to the planets or if they where moving from the horizon line of the earth; but was it the earth? The horizon was abnormally irregular. It did not fit with a formal image of what I know of earth. I was elsewhere, lost somewhere in the sideral space.
The image of Sarah came to my mind, was she always there, also witnessing the spectacle? I could not
no, nothing pushes me to verify; I was concentrated on the spectacle showing to my eyes.
The strange filaments animated themselves like Chinese shadows on the luminous back screen of the
moving planets. It was phantasmagoric and unreal.
One of the shadows detached itself from the others. It seems to enlarged itself; it became more precise, as if it approached me. I could better seize its formal structure: a strange being, a kind of humanoid of an astonishing flexibility, a creature with extravagant limbs, and with colored flesh like the somber skins of the Negro-women of Central-Africa, a skillful ballerina launched in a carnival like dance, whirling with lightness into space defying the laws of gravity, she came close to me.
it was a mammal; its thorax was furnished with several teats of variable sizes, this characteristic struck my mind, like an exacerbated function, I was evidently in contact with a cosmic Arthemis.
a head in the shape of a pear, from which two imposing eyes detached themselves like those of the Japanese mangas;
eyes of young girls with pupils in constant movement that gave her a harmless and candid look. Her limbs where attached to a flexible body, sculpted into sinuous and extensible shapes, sporadically covered with a shiny and metallic coating, an assembly of a great plastic beauty, her limbs where very long and slender, mobiles and of a fragile appearance,
she extended her limbs around my body without however touching it, the multiple mammals of unequal contours hanged loosely from her thorax waving with an irregular movement of pendulum, there nearer and easily touchable,
the rigid and prominent papillae's brushing against my face, she stayed there impassive in a quasi-static
stance. I could see her pupils roll in their vast and white orbital cavities: luminous and nervous.
I felt a sudden heat invading my body. A prolonged shivering traveled through her own body. I noticed a
long linear crack cutting her copper like skin from the junction of her skinny legs to the mount of Venus.
A large and extended vaginal aperture decorated with lips of curly fragments of flesh resembling the petals of a flower, then the red spot of a provocative clitoris emerged, inflated itself, make itself look like male genitals and opened largely on a chalice with inflammatory stigmates of a blood like reddish color, expanded itself largely and opened itself on a deep passage fill with vivid mucus and a strange magma in constant movement,
outlined on the somber and appetizing flesh of her thighs. I could easily sink my hands, my head, and all my body into this thick and malleable vaginal paste, over-excite my whole body, my whole being, loose consciousness in an orgasm without end. I already enjoy this unreal, this immaterial journey, I felt my body slide slowly, inexorably into the inviting flesh of her vulvae, this moving and viscous flesh, to bathe myself, to drown myself into that mire, feel my own flesh transform itself into an open flesh loaded with blood like the fragile flesh of a stripped penis and plunge into this inviting magma beyond the limits of her
uterine abysses, enjoy all my soul an ultimate orgasm.
The sky was like before. The moon was shining with the same intensity. Sarah was there near by, she just
came out from a violent convulsion, her mouth largely open and her eyes lost in unconsciousness, her
arms pressed firmly against the ground, her bottoms of firm and tense flesh floating above the ground, her legs largely spread out, unveiling to the sky her still warm and unstable vulvae; she seemed to collect with fervor the nourishing seed from above; she was like a cat in sexual trance, long moans and short strident and sharp shouts came out of her throat, she had an orgasm like she never had one before. She immobilizes herself satisfied, she looks at me smiling. She warmly tied me up, lightly drowsy and apparently satisfied.
Marco Polo or the imaginary journey (translated from Contes et légendes, november 1998) © 1998 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
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