Slowly Then All At Once Novels & Stories

One harvest projection at a time. All the way forward.

Slowly. And then all at once.

The seconds stretched out, slow and heavy. Out came the words, spoken slow, easy to catch. “Next move… I break her completely.”

His hand shifts again, brushing the underside of my breast and my whole body lights up. For a second, I think he’s going to pull away but he doesn’t. His palm settles there, but he does nothing further. My thighs press together in an attempt to find friction, the friction does nothing to help. “This isn’t—” I start. “I know,” he repeats, voice low. The rain begins to soften, easing into a steady, distant rhythm. The thunder fades farther away, no longer right on top of us. His breathing evens out slowly, though his hand doesn’t move.

Heavier. More dangerous. The Man Answers “He’s closer than you think.” My Eyes Narrow Slightly “That’s not helpful.” “He’s always been close.” That Means Something Something important. Something I almost understand But not fully. The Final Trigger And then It happens. Not gradually. Not slowly. But all at once. Full Memory Surge Everything. The first meeting. The second. That night. The decision. The transfer. And one more thing. The Truth I Was Missing I wasn’t just choosing him.

Quickly he escalated up in his repertoire with Kim following perfectly. Soon he found himself using every step he knew, but Kim just followed. Then his eyes widened as he realized that when they had opened out and were apart, Kim was doing things with her feet he had never seen before. She’s utterly spectacular! he thought.

Everything went by in slow motion, my brain starting to slowly accept the fall. “per auras Fac lento gressu, strato molli subtus.“ A loud female chant broke through the wind’s harsh strokes on my face. “per auras Fac lento gressu, strato molli subtus. per auras Fac lento gressu, strato molli subtus.” The world around me snapped back and I began falling with speed. I shut my eyes as my back hit the ground– no, something soft sucked me in.

I confessed, my voice low and rough as I slowly pushed inside her. Inch by inch, I entered her with gentle pushes, savoring every moment of the slow, torturous pleasure. I didn’t want this to be fast or rough; I wanted it slow and soft. I wanted to feel every inch of her around me, to make this moment linger in both our minds forever.

And she just happened to choose me. I closed my eyes and wanted to drown the noise with some music. And that's exactly what I did. I was already getting comfortable on my seat when someone tapped my shoulders. As an introverted introvert, I did not acknowledge the person seeking my attention as I didn't even attempt to open my eyes. The person that was tapping me sure was persistent because the tapping was continuous without rest and that sure as hell was pissing me off. I would've yelled "what" if only I wasn't so out of place here. I sighed inaudibly and slowly removed my headphones however, I did not open my eyes yet.

⁠ Then he mov⁠e‍d. He pulle⁠d back just enough to let me dra⁠g in a wet, gasping⁠ breath b‌efor‍e driving forward again. Ha⁠rder‍. Th‍e‍ rhythm b‍uilt⁠ w⁠ith brutal speed. There was n‌o warm-up and no mercy.