She lays beside me, puts her hand to the side of my face kissing my neck and putting her one leg over mine and slowly grinding her pelvis into the sid...e of my hip. She takes her hand and moves it from my face and moves her fingers across my chest, down past my stomach, and grabs my now semihard cock. She's stroking my dick making it harder and moving her lips down from my neck across my chest stopping at the nipples kissing them and then going down to my now fully inflated membrane. I feel her. "There are many roads as you can see, but this 'the Road'. It will lead you to me eventually."I stared down at the shimmering, silvery threads below, marvelling at how they criss-crossed like the highways on a road atlas."Are they ley lines?" I asked."Some people in the other-world call them that, but in Gael we call them ròidean, in the plural, or rathad (road, in other-world speak)," Charles answered as if he was speaking to a child.I remembered then that he was speaking to a child. I was. ...fuck like animals and stuff." Lucas' chiseled face stretched into a laugh. "Sounds, um interesting". He let out a muffled snicker. Christina reached behind her and grabbed a pillow from her bed and flung it in Lucas' direction, knocking her laptop off of her crossed knees. "Shut up asshole, writing erotica is hard!" She playfully sneered. "I think I just need some decent inspiration or something, maybe I should go a walk or watch a dirty movie or something." Christina began shuffling off the. And then as one single instantaneous event I heard a whoosh and then a snap and a felt a line of fire appear across my bottom cheeks. The shock and fire made me cry out and my head snapped up. A moment later, my breath returned to me and then the whoosh and snap and fire returned, making me shriek again.The pattern of whoosh-snap, the fire, the shriek and the breath continued in a relentless cycle and occupied my entire mind until finally the next stroke didn't come and I disolved into just.