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adrenaline took over. Our hips quickly found a common
rhythm, gaining power and speed to a ferocious song of wind and
thunder. I bent down kissing at her breasts as her hips gyrated
against me. Her hands dug into the sand, screaming her pleasure above
the din of the storm. My legs kicked out straight as another bolt of
lightning wracked our bodies. Falling heavily on her, my hips
impacted hers again, shaking her.
    Her
arms wrapped around my neck, rubbing sand across my shoulders, our
bodies continued, increasing the tempo. I kissed hotly on the nape of
her neck, feeling the contrast of cold rain on my back and her warm
flesh under me. She gasped, her body twitching as she wrapped her
legs around me, pulling me hard into her. Wind driven waves lapped
coldly at our feet. My legs tensed as I felt the rush of my orgasm,
her telltale shudders giving announcement of her own.
    She
cried out as another blast of lightning ripped through us, our bodies
tensed and frozen as nerves jangled from the mix of electricity from
rapture and nature.
    Lying
tangled and senseless, our hearts pounding and breathing ragged, the
storm quickly blew over. It was some time before either of us had the
strength to move. The clouds parted and the stars lit the beach as we
gathered ourselves and walked—exhausted—to the car.
    *
* * *
    Our
friends often comment that they are surprised by our loving, blissful
relationship. Telling us often that they don't see the storms in our
marriage that others seem to endure.
    We
simply smile at them.

    ~
~ ~ ~
    Identity
    © Liar

    Who
are you?
    What
is this mockery
    of
Venice that I see?
    Surrealism
and sound-bytes on a screen?
    Still
not the real deal, still not me,
    still
just a pixel storm, fictional flurry on TV.

    This
is not where I coughed
    on
the linger of my first Havana
    under
a purple balcony, not where I kissed
    the
sun and her neck equally, leaned against
    cast
iron and raised rock in Louie Park shade.

    This
is not where I chased laughter through alleys,
    across
a busy Canal, cornered a giggle in a gateway.

    Not
she and me on a blanket,
    listening
to freestyling in Lafayette,
    sharing
stolen moments of softness
    where
all eyes could see.

    Not
black rum on cane sugar beds,
    not
turning heads, defying clichés,
    not
implausible hands on impeccable
    skin
in impossible heat, day fading
    to
distant blues, her chests rhythm
    in
a street light glittering sheen,
    by
pulled aside, too damp sheets.

    You
share a silhouette
    with
a piece of me.
    But
New Orleans you are not.
    How
could you be?

    ~
~ ~
    Wet
Panties?
    © Will Belegon

    I
put down my book with a shrug and a sigh. If I don't get through this
tonight, there will be hell to pay in class tomorrow. So everyone in
the dorms feels the need to drop by and chat, of course. This is the
last time I answer this door tonight.
    "Susan?
Honey, what's wrong?" My attitude changes immediately when I see
her face. She has obviously been crying. I don't think she's finished
either, if I judge that look correctly.
    "It's…oh,
Scott, I don't want to talk about it here. Can we go for one of our
walks?"
    "Absolutely,
sweetie. Just let me grab my keys. No need for a jacket tonight."
I pop back over to the desk and grab my keys. I think I know what's
up. Susan and I have not gone for one of 'our walks' since Derek came
on the scene. So he must be why we are going on one now.
    I've
known Susan since freshman year, and we hit it off right away. We did
"The Crucible" together, and doing a play like that always
forms friendships. That was when we started the walks, too. We were
both away from friends and family for the first time, and reaching
out to each other helped. Back then we both had significant others
that we were trying to hold on to back home. So we became friends
instead of lovers. It was probably pushed along by the fact that it
took her a few weeks to figure out that the "Reggie" I
talked about was a girl. I can understand it. She thought I was just
playing the