AUTOEROTIC Cameron Heisey
Barren, leafless branches pried at the low winter sky. The Young Woman stood by her tree, watching. The thin blue plastic bag rustled in her hand. A sharp crackle of leaves brought her attention outward—she saw The Young Man approaching anonymously. Hat drawn low about his face, he posted up beside a distant tree of his own. She leaned back and slid down the scratchy, rigid trunk to sit at its base. A desolate breeze chilled her skin as she brought her pants to her ankles, flesh rising, cold undulating across bare skin. The Young Man unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his shirt as she slid the thin plastic over her head, tucking the edges into her shirt collar for a flimsy seal. The warm moisture of her breath clung to the inside of the bag, weakly expanding and contracting tighter with every inhalation. Through the cloudy aqua filter, she saw The Young Man drop his pants and wrap his leather belt about his neck, pulling both ends tight behind. He began to masturbate, and she followed suit. Her oxygen dwindled as her effort increased, barely making out The Young Man tightening his grip on his belt, posture craning backward, fighting his own resistance. She could only just discern the quiet effort of his strained breath before he faded from all awareness and all she heard was her own, desperately smothered by the crinkly, waxy tastelessness of the bag. Wispy plastic constricting tight around her face, utterly drained of oxygen, The Young Woman felt the daze seeping into her head, wrist working violently against the brink of consciousness. She could feel her veins surging in her temples and neck, eyes lolling up into her head as the faint visage of The Young Man spasmed once, twice, three times into shrouded refraction and out of her consciousness completely before falling against his tree for support. The ecstatic warmth of her climax roused a blissful last surge of willpower—nerves in her
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