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 They had been making love for some time when she felt her belly tighten, then tighten more, but nothing gave way. She felt herself struggling with herself, or against herself, or against some force inside of her that wanted the opposite of what she wanted. She could feel the tension, like two too solid worlds trying to come together but nothing was giving way. The thing that was supposed to happen wasn't happening. |
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Her face was red and her damp palms were pushing against the wall above the bed, pushing herself to find desire and follow desire, and she was feeling something, but she wasn't breaking through. She was feeling sensations, but that was all they were, sensations, and then memories of sensations, and she thought that maybe they were too tired, that maybe they just wanted to sleep. And that's what they tried to do. They kissed each other, tenderly, like workers coming out of a mine, and then they tried to sleep. |
