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Night
By Tom Fischer

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NIGHT

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Night
Chapter 1
I shut the door behind me. In front of me is the women's locker room. Here am I by myself. Nobody is here, as it is middle in the night. I feel the erotic energy rising from breaking a taboo, penetrating into a secret place. I sniff deeply, and I can still smell the female in the room. I pull my T-shirt over my head and it makes my skin prickling, the idea that male nakedness invaded the female zone. Pictures of the day, women undressing innocently, feeling unobserved, pinching their nipples; showing frenziest pictures, boobs carelessly luring out of half undressed black bras. The shirt fells to the floor. I grab for the button of my jeans. And, I look down, pictures of naked feet, naked legs showing out of socks, in between boots. My cock stiffens more. I notice a particular arousing pair of naked feet. The sole of them caressed by a thick and fluffy towel, which is smashed on the floor. The erotic shape of them widens my eyes. I feel the dominance of the feet towards me, pushing me down under them. And, I submit. There smooth skin makes my head bigger. I unzip my pants, and my prick jumps out. The pants fall down on my naked legs. I kick my shoes away, and step on the cool floor. I can feel the air softly embracing my skin. A pleasant feeling embarks in me. It's excitement of being nakedly discovered. It feels like any moment somebody could turn the keys and find me. I open the door, and pass the shower room. The place where the women would dispense soap all over the body and would get slippery. There is the entrance to the swimming pool. I realize myself standing naked in the huge space. I walk towards the water, and slide into it. My toes, leg, sexual organ, my cold sensitive stomach, my chest and the arms follow into the dark flood, which covers me. I push strongly away from the edge with my legs. And, the water streams along my body, stroking me softly like silk. The water is streaming from my chest on my back, and to my stomach, making my hard dick

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waggle. My erotic area feels where conscious, as it is usually hidden and locked away. Now, it is free and exhibits. I'm cruising one lap after the next in my deep sensual, sexual pleasure. I receive a deep satisfaction. After, I will satisfied with swimming, I push myself up at the edge out of my own world, into a world of night and solitariness, in a huge space. The black space is grasping my soul. It makes me drift, and I drift away, watching myself in a mirror, as the water streams down my body. My voluminous hair releases plenty of water. It is streaming down my face. I feel cozied by this happening and at the same time the air makes me chill, as I'm wet. So opposite feelings, and it sets me in trance. Watching the water going down on my smooth skin, getting direct my gentle muscles. My chest is a big muscle. My arms are hanging down at my sides and they feel, like I don't control them. They're just hanging there. After eternity, is slowly turn my body, and walk along the pool. Still feeling the warm detachment from my body. The skin on my head beneath my hair shivers. Shivers wave on my head. It makes me feel as if my skin was very thick, isolating my head. Isolating my head into this lusty feeling. I turn at the corner of the pool. My body walks along with me, caring me inside the ball, my skull. I stop at a door. And, I open it. Stairs are leading up to more areas, which want to be explored by my nakedness. I walk up the stairs. I start to awaken and my body integrates. Excitement is arising in me. Exploring this rooms and tools to enjoy my sensuality. My heart starts pounding faster. I realize myself breathing. I come up there. And, there is a wide spread room. The room feels warm, as there are a lot of wood chairs, handles, seats, doors, buckets and more. I go a few steps towards a bench, and I lie down on the wood. I turn on the ultraviolet light. And, I can feel the sensation on my body. My skin starts to move and shift. It makes my skin prickle. And a deep warmness is sensed in my skin. My muscles loose tension and everything goes smooth. I feel the wood pieces under my body, and the spaces in between them. And, I wonder, which person has been lying there before me touched it with there skin. And, I think about the back of a woman, having lain there. And, turned around and pressed her soft breasts on the wood, so

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soft and delicate. Maybe, she was hiding her stiffening nipple. Probably she was sweating a little bit on the wood. And her sweat is rubbing now off to my body. I wish I could lick the salty clear secret of her body. The bright light of the lamp makes various colors arise in front of my eyes. And, I fall into some sleepiness, fantasizing about who lay here before me, merging into the vivid color streams. As the light turns off, I wake up, still having the great skin; I wander off the bench, Eager to find some leftovers of some woman. I'm horny. I wander along the resting area, pass the door to the sauna. I leave the showers behind me. My mind is restless to find some pieces used or worn or boss of a woman. I enter the bathroom.

Chapter 2
The next morning, I'm sitting in a bus commuting to work. I had looked around me. The ground was somewhat wet, the trees, bushes, the grass was somewhat wet. Everything looked so dark. The objects had looked so harsh and solid compared to my soft blanket, which had embraced my body warmly. My body felt like some leftover. I was some crampy mass with two eyeballs sticked on top of it, which looked unwillingly outside. The bus moves me towards some place, where I don't want to be. I actually don't want to be anywhere. Just disappear and get rid of all the stress. I look out of the window. Cars, Sidewalks, bus stops, persons, windows, doors, bridges pass along me. And, I'm sitting there willingless, submitting myself to something called reality. My mind starts wandering, an internal emigration from reality. I look around me, watch the people sitting there. Everybody has weird opened eyes, their skin is extremely white, and in between are unnaturally red parts. That's the torture of getting up early. My eyes fall onto a woman, probably a little bit older than twenty. I recognize her. I had seen her in the swimming pool. Yesterday, I was in the same room, where she felt intimate, undressing herself, being naked. And, I was there just a few hours later. I had looked into the shower room, where she had been standing naked, water running down her body, making her hair smooth, dark and longer. I was there, just where she had mushed her breasts, moved her nipples around. There, where she had spread her lips open to move

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her hands with soap back and force. I could imagine her, bending over, to pick up the soap, which had just fallen down. Her firm buttocks moved apart to uncover the delicate hole of her ass. There she is now. She sits just a few sits away. And, I'm watching her naked face. I'm observing every part, of her smooth face, and it turns me on so much. The deep, clear eyes. The blue is streaming and moving within the pupils. I recognize the invisible skin in font of her iris. I'm looking at her long and dark hair, as it is lusty hanging their, a few sits away. My dick hardens and moves in my tight jeans. I can feel the texture on my dick. I wished, this hair would come to me, meet me, and tickle me. I wouldn't love, I would deeply enjoy it, and be swept away into a luscious world. I watched her moving. It unspeakable eroticised me to see her move. She had this softly, gentle and still pointed movement. I grasped to see a woman, who loved herself. I saw the rings on her finger. They must have been chosen carefully. A lot of time, she had spent in a love for herself. My dick is now fully inflated. I think her apartment must be also built with so much love. I get a feel for it. There are veils hanging down from the ceiling, creating an oriental ambience. And there are various satin pillows dispersed all over, making it sensual to lie down with the naked skin touching the tender texture. She would tenderly come near to me, gently put one foot in front of the next. She would bow over, offering me an oriental drink. I would face her soft and round shaped breasts, a golden necklace swinging between them back and force. Her skin would be similar to the gold, slightly brown. Hair smell would enter my nose. The smell of a sweet fruit from a luscious oasis out of the Arabian desert. The warm yellow light would float through the room and my heart. She gets up, and I see her in full seize. I can see her little chubby legs in a white pant. I can feel my cock sending a warm feeling through my whole body. I'm gazing at her butt, trying to see her panties, at least a bit. I can recognize the shape of them, as they texture her pant. I can see the shape making a line on her butt and running down to the bottom, where the line disappears to her front, her sex. The buss stops a bit more abrupt. She looses the balance a bit, and her breasts shake one time back and force. The door

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opens, and sexy hair floats into the bus, as the wind moves it. She walks down the steps, and disappears physically. But, she stays in my mind. I play the pictures again, when I had seen her in the swimming pool. First, I had just seen her sexy had luring out of the water, which her face that looked years younger because of the wetness, calling on memories from my first approaches to girls, which came strong in my memory, the intense feeling. My cock was hard then, and I was putting my towel into my lap to cover my excitement. It was an overwhelming feeling, when her body embarked out of the water. I saw her black bikini, her black pant. She had a piercing in her navel. I could see her almost naked body walking over to lie down on a towel. She lay down on her front. She unzipped her bikini. Her endless sexual breasts where pressing into the floor. There she was lying topless with her breast undressed, and I could see her.

Chapter 3
Night had fallen on the city. I saw it outside my window. This black something was spreading through every part of my environment. The bright promises of the night were shining in an elegant black. I was in the bathroom. The radio was beating music into my space. It lifted me up. Sounds were flying around in the air like bees, full of explosive. The colors turned more intense. I striped. The clothes fell on the floor. I grabbed on the shelf on top of the sink to get my sunglasses with the black body and blue glasses and put them on my nose. I entered the shower compartment. The world turned blue. Into a cold blue of self-being. I grooved out. The shower was regenerating me, cleaning me for a new world. The world of nightlife emerged around me. I looked into the mirror and fell in love with myself, as I looked into the bold dark blue eyes of mine, the long, strong, dark and erotic sensual hair of mine, reminding of a baroque painting with a lusty scene. I smoothed the Calvin Klein shorts over my legs, until they snuggly fed on my sex and butt. I had turned into a mystery lover of the night. I got lost into my tomy. The muscles bulged into a landscape of hills, and my vision took a walk there. I rose myself out of it by stretching my well-built chest muscles. I grabbed for the eau de toilette, and put some drops into my palm. Before I put it on my facial skin, the hand was hovering along my face. The complex smell streamed into my nose and filled my head. Old parts of my brain were programmed by the smell and set

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me into a new mood. Nightlife! Shortly later, I was standing in front of the club. There was a crowd standing in a line to the entrance. I joined them at the tail. I looked around me. They were all dressed up for the grounds of intersexual games. A huge scene of game! They're nervous tensed mood of excitement and looking forward into a great event zapped on my nerves, too. I felt conscious about my tender texture of the cK shorts on my intimate body area. My eyes scanned pictures of women around me. I saw into their big eyes, making me desire to journey into their landscape. Their faces reflecting lifestyle. Their female shape stimulating my hormones. The line moves forward, people join behind me, I'm enclosed and drifting into the ocean of sensual teasement. The last person removed itself in front of me and uncovered the cashier. Her full, saturated red and moist lips draw my attention first, my visual focus point. Downwards emerged soft and gentle skin, guiding to a décolleté of full and softly rounded breasts, which were covered by gorgeous satin clothes. I looked up into her eyes and a sympathetic smile took me away. Swept away into some other land. I grabbed into my pocket, hardly rubbing at my stiffened cock, reaching for the money. As she said thanks, I saw her tongue winding force and bug like a new kind of human species called passion. My time was over, and I turned away; lifted the heavy curtain to the inside of the club. Heavy sounds squashed me, taking away every unnecessary thought out of my brain. Like before jumping into water, I pushed myself of the edge into a sea of bodies, muscelous bodies, skin and flesh. My brain was swept away, seeing biceps, thighs, faces and other body parts flashing up in the light. A narrow, pale female face that made the deeply red, luscious lips stand out. An arm was slamming up in front of me. So thin, that it was definitely female. What a gift it would be, to have this arm moving on my body. Another neck jumped into my vision. A neck softly crying to be licked by my lips over and over, feeling such a great enjoyment in it. I moved to the dance floor. A wall of female sweat smell hit me, sending waves all over my body. My old brain is sensing: It's time for mating! Maximum energy, sending out huge loads of hormones into my blood system unleashing any reserves. The music hits me hard My body starts moving. It ceases moving. It is moved

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around without control, like a ten foot wave crashes on you and moves you. Time ceased existing. Space ceased existing. I'm kept in the dimensions of sound and vision flashlights and lasers. Women shooting around me. My body is moving wildly and fast. Sweat starts rolling down my face, forcing me, my eyes to close. The sweat is still moving into my eyes. And, it is burning. I'm imprisoned. I can't move the sweat out of my eyes, as my hands are already sweaty, too. Red flashes haunt my clothed eyes. I start to see a door portal. An old and ancient one, made from stone. As my body is forced, I force myself to go through. And, I can see a bit further. I can recognize stairs leading downwards. I follow them. It is going down a soft hill. And, the stairs lead up another hill and down. And, I'm cruising through a landscape that feels like an old Aztec empire. Old mythic things, is it that I'm exploring. The colors are very vivid. But it is surreal. The colors are moving through the objects and space. After my journey, I open my eyes, and sweat has worked its way through all clothes layers.

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