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rolledtrousers: I presume? When he was twelve, he’d cycled home from school. It had taken him twenty minutes, and that was if he really pelted it. He’d get home tired and sweaty, and instantly collapse into a heap of mild BO and education-exhaustion to play on his Nintendo and watch crappy tv. Then one day his friend had shown him a shortcut.  It cut his route in half, just through diverting through a backalley and finding himself on the other side of a massive allotment. He could able his way home, be there within fifteen minutes, and be fresh as a daisy as he slipped through the door. The thing was, he didn’t care about the time saved, or the general improvement to his hygeine, after a while. It sort of drifted away as the new route became the norm. But for a good two weeks, he felt like he was dancing on the air, treading secret pathways through subdimensional pathways, skating through the very fabric of spacetime. He felt like a trespasser on some secret, and for a little while he was enthralled with the joy of discovery. The first time he had sex had had that same thrill, but by the second or third time, it had worn off. That didn’t mean it was no more fun, or no less enjoyable; it was just that the thrill of discovery had slipped away, the veneer had got a little scuffed, and things weren’t quite as fascinating. He knew how they worked, and the allure had dulled a touch. There shouldn’t have been anything different about her. She was a pretty girl, just like the rest, and while she could make him smile with an ease that surprised even him, he couldn’t point to any one thing that should separate her from the rest. And yet she fascinated him, a magnetic pull that had him poke and prod her, try to figure her out. He wanted to know how she worked, and just as he had come up with one theory, she’d subvert it, come up with something new and confusing, reset him back weeks of research.  His mind had always been scientific, but the way he was becoming obsessed was more than a little disconcerting. He would watch her face with an almost psychotic focus as his fingers roamed over her body, pressing against the soft bits, or coming down harder than the time before. He was trying to map her reactions to his actions, and she was just having fun being explored.  The longer it went on, the more enthralled he became. Rather than become frustrated, he only grew more fascinated. He was riding that high of discovery, and it wasn’t going away. The allure wasn’t fading, the veneer remained shiny and beautiful. She wasn’t boring him, and his eagerness to unravel her was only playing into her desires. They were tumbling down the rabbit hole, but they were doing it together. They’d found a short cut, and inexplicably it didn’t seem to have a destination  And he was completely fine with that.

rolledtrousers:

I presume?

When he was twelve, he’d cycled home from school. It had taken him twenty minutes, and that was if he really pelted it. He’d get home tired and sweaty, and instantly collapse into a heap of mild BO and education-exhaustion to play on his Nintendo and watch crappy tv. Then one day his friend had shown him a shortcut. 

It cut his route in half, just through diverting through a backalley and finding himself on the other side of a massive allotment. He could able his way home, be there within fifteen minutes, and be fresh as a daisy as he slipped through the door. The thing was, he didn’t care about the time saved, or the general improvement to his hygeine, after a while. It sort of drifted away as the new route became the norm. But for a good two weeks, he felt like he was dancing on the air, treading secret pathways through subdimensional pathways, skating through the very fabric of spacetime. He felt like a trespasser on some secret, and for a little while he was enthralled with the joy of discovery.

The first time he had sex had had that same thrill, but by the second or third time, it had worn off. That didn’t mean it was no more fun, or no less enjoyable; it was just that the thrill of discovery had slipped away, the veneer had got a little scuffed, and things weren’t quite as fascinating. He knew how they worked, and the allure had dulled a touch.

There shouldn’t have been anything different about her. She was a pretty girl, just like the rest, and while she could make him smile with an ease that surprised even him, he couldn’t point to any one thing that should separate her from the rest. And yet she fascinated him, a magnetic pull that had him poke and prod her, try to figure her out. He wanted to know how she worked, and just as he had come up with one theory, she’d subvert it, come up with something new and confusing, reset him back weeks of research. 

His mind had always been scientific, but the way he was becoming obsessed was more than a little disconcerting. He would watch her face with an almost psychotic focus as his fingers roamed over her body, pressing against the soft bits, or coming down harder than the time before. He was trying to map her reactions to his actions, and she was just having fun being explored. 

The longer it went on, the more enthralled he became. Rather than become frustrated, he only grew more fascinated. He was riding that high of discovery, and it wasn’t going away. The allure wasn’t fading, the veneer remained shiny and beautiful. She wasn’t boring him, and his eagerness to unravel her was only playing into her desires. They were tumbling down the rabbit hole, but they were doing it together. They’d found a short cut, and inexplicably it didn’t seem to have a destination  And he was completely fine with that.

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