Paradise behind

He looked over her sleeping body and a slight smile appeared on his face. A triumphant smile. She was definitely one of his best, picking her up was really a work of art. He recalled the scene in the bar, his subtle, slow movements, alpha male posture, saying the right things at just the right time. He remembered being amused as her rigid posture slowly softened under his charm, like a snow man under the near-far heat of the sun. He lay back down again and stared at the ceiling, though not really seeing it. He was always good with women, but he just seemed to continually be getting better. One would have thought he would have slid into an asymptote by now, but his progress was definitely at least linear. Perhaps even exponential, and the better he got, the more dazzling beauties seemed to cross his path.

Speaking of which, he thought, and turned his head to view the sublimely smooth, supple back positioned next to him. He had a hard on of course, which was exasperated by the images of the terminal moments of last nights shenanigans that flooded into his head. Oh what paradise she was! He pictured her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, the colour of her cheeks rising, the outline of her breasts pushed against him. He remembered the feeling of her smoothness around him, the rising pressure, the smell of her hair, the feel of her body against his, the uncontrolled cries and that one moment that he wished could stretch on to eternity. So much distance and room to explore in that moment, yet it was over so quickly. It was an engulfment of the consciousness, an annihilation of thought, pure enormous feeling. Infinitude trapped in a characteristically mortal finiteness. Now it was reduced to a memory, just a vague recollection of the feelings, a poorly developed photo of the scene. His life was directed towards capturing that instance, and optimising the frequency of the endless, constantly renewable goal. A constant trajectory towards a diffuse point in the distance, a searching, probing, unbounded desire. For the first time, he felt slightly disturbed by the realisation.

The morning reached that point where the sun, millions of miles away, and the window ledge, three meters away, conspired together to illuminate the back of his retina with far too many photons. Well, he thought, perhaps the goal was not so diffuse at the moment. Rolling over towards her, he aimed himself towards his target and placed his paradise behind, ahead.