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           Foramomenthewasstillinsideher,turgidthereandquivering.Thenashebegantomove,inthesuddenhelplessorgasm,thereawokeinhernewstrangethrillsripplinginsideher.Rippling,rippling,rippling,likeaflappingoverlappingofsoftflames,softasfeathers,runningtopointsofbrilliance,exquisite,exquisiteandmeltingherallmolteninside.Itwaslikebellsripplingupanduptoaculmination.Shelayunconsciousofthewildlittlecriessheutteredatthelast.Butitwasovertoosoon,toosoon,andshecouldnolongerforceherownconclusionwithherownactivity.Thiswasdifferent,different.Shecoulddonothing.Shecouldnolongerhardenandgripforherownsatisfactionuponhim.Shecouldonlywait,waitandmoaninspiritasshefelthimwithdrawing,withdrawingandcontracting,comingtotheterriblemomentwhenhewouldslipoutofherandbegone.Whilstallherwombwasopenandsoft,andsoftlyclamouring,likeasea-anemoneunderthetide,clamouringforhimtocomeinagainandmakeafulfilmentforher.Sheclungtohimunconsciousinpassion,andheneverquiteslippedfromher,andshefeltthesoftbudofhimwithinherstirring,andstrangerhythmsflushingupintoherwithastrangerhythmicgrowingmotion,swellingandswellingtillitfilledallhercleavingconsciousness,andthenbeganagaintheunspeakablemotionthatwasnotreallymotion,butpuredeepeningwhirlpoolsofsensationswirlingdeeperanddeeperthroughallhertissueandconsciousness,tillshewasoneperfectconcentricfluidoffeeling,andshelaytherecryinginunconsciousinarticulatecries.