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extra bit of stimulation I need.
    I’m so wet his fingers glide over the hard bead that is my clit. I wish I could touch him too, so that I could cling to him, my nails digging hard into his back.
    Rapture—there’s no other word to describe the sensations he evokes. I bleat and plead, push back hard to meet his increasingly urgent thrusts. He fills me so perfectly, that from the outset I’m trying to prolong the act. I may as well be trying to prevent the dawn from occurring, despite the sun already peeping over the horizon. There’s simple inevitability about the situation we’re in that builds and adds to the intense, erotic fervour I feel.
    I’ve had good sex before. But this is different. I’m tense, because we’re so exposed. However, simultaneously I’m languid and feverish with need.
    “Please… Harder…” I beg.
    He hisses through his teeth when he gives in to every demand. I love the sound. I can picture his face. His eyes closed, muscles and jaw line tensed, and a beauteous smile teasing the curve of his lips.
    “More. Oh, you’re so good… There.” I grab his hand and direct his attention to the heart of my pleasure centre. A single touch there is all it takes to leave me balanced on a knife’s edge, wobbling uncertainly, still trying to cling on to this moment of physical oneness. I don’t want it to end.
    I don’t want the darkness that will follow the release.
    But nor can I stop myself from pursuing it.
    It’s fleeting. That’s the beauty of it. Release-- it’s just one bright pinpoint in the darkness. All that striving and tension culminate in one sublime ecstatic moment.
    We don’t come at the same time, which I rather like. Kit, or Sky as I still think of him, gives me a long and thorough work out using his cock and his long fingers to perfection. I come again and this time I make sure to scream his name. It seems to tip the balance. His orgasm seems to start in the tip of his cock then buck backwards and run upwards through his body so that he holds himself rigidly straight, his fingers curled into the bared cheeks of my bum.
    Gingerly, we ease ourselves apart, stiff from the effort and a little cold. Clothes straightened we lie side by side upon the grass holding hands. There aren’t any stars left in the sky, not even artificial ones, only the pinkish haze of the rising sun.
    That’s when I tell him what really happened between Gavin and me. How our plans to start a family went AWOL, and how we could only look at each other in terms of optimum temperatures and fertility. We stopped being friends, just became a couple desperate for a baby. Now we’re in a no-man’s land, not entirely together, not precisely apart. Me in Japan, him caught up in liquidating futures.
    Kit listens non-judgmentally. He lets me speak until I run out of words; only then does he roll over and face me.
    His eyes are unbelievably dark. They are two deep pools of expressive warmth, fringed with long dusky eyelashes. He strokes his thumb over the curve of my cheek. “You know you’ve come to the right place.”
    “I have?” I reach up and brush the hair from his face so that I might drown in the deep pools of his eyes a moment longer. I know in my heart, that he doesn’t mean us to repeat our little dalliance riding bareback. Kit’s not looking to become a dad, nor is it the solution I’m looking for.
    “In two days’ time is the Kanamara Matsuri festival in Kawasaki.”
    My eyes cross in continued puzzlement. I’ve not heard of it before.
    “Go there, to the Wakamiya Hachimangu shrine. Ride the iron phallus and pray. It’ll break the teeth of the demon that resides inside you.”
    “Demon!”
    He shrugs when I scoff. “If you want things to work out, and I think you do, then will it hurt to try?”
    I do want things to work out. That’s the root of the problem—despite my attempt to escape the past by coming to Japan, I’m unable to let go. I miss Gavin’s lopsided smile and the fuzz