Chapter 9
I am in a place I don’t recognise. I am atop a great mound of writhing flesh. The air is heavy with the smell of s*x. Arms, legs, and torsos are moving beneath me and while I can make out c***s f*****g arses, c***s f*****g mouths, and fingers and tongues exploring any orifice they encounter, I am wondering why no one is paying any attention to me. Am I not desirable? Am I nothing? And then I notice that despite the s*x surrounding me and beneath me, I am not hard. My c**k is flaccid. The flame of desire has gone out.
A great light appears, bathing me in its brilliance. It is so warm and loving. It attracts me to it and just by wanting to become a part of it I feel myself drifting upwards towards it. At its centre there is a being whose arms are stretched wide, welcoming me. I l
