The Mortality Of Sensuality (Pronouns Wanted)

She had such full thighs. Yossarian had heard it time and time again from half of the squadron, and it was always in a flattering tone, without question. When he was inside them, though, he hadn't a clue where to start. They were too full, even. He guessed to run his hand from her knee up to the back of her thigh, right up to the point where her buttock sprung from the leg into a quivering arch. He guessed right. A moan escaped her lips and she pulled him harder into waist by his hips. It was the first that he had noticed she was touching him. He obliged her gravity, but turned his head to the side as he sunk into her shoulder. She was surprisingly alert to his despondence and, with her finger under his chin, spun his head to face her. Meeting her hurt eyes, he quickly became aware of his mistake and offered a sadistic smile before sliding down her body, splitting her legs first with a subtle dip of his chin, and then further with the backside of his hands. As he looked at her now, she didn't look hurt. Her cheeks had a blush that gave away her embarrassed excitement, and he did his best not to roll his eyes as he dutifully buried himself. He thought of Nurse Duckett as he worked. Lieutenant Scheisskopf's wife wasn't altogether unlike her, but could never keep his attention, even when she had his member at attention. It was when he was with Lieutenant Scheisskopf's wife that he managed to convince himself that he loved Nurse Duckett, and at no other point. With a clear head, he wouldn't hesitate to reject such a notion, even when he was with her. Something about the way Lieutenant Scheisskopf's wife was so easily regaled by his dark musings and satisfied with the same routine, generic sex made Yossarian desperate to feel something more. Yossarian allowed himself a smile as Lieutenant Scheisskopf's wife's shaking hand grasped his hair, confirming that he had unconsciously finished her. As he entered her, he lamented internally. He knew he was going to have to fuck Nurse Duckett again in order to regain interest in Lieutenant Schiesskopf's wife, as had become his system. Catching himself, he indulged himself in an ephemeral moment of lust. Luciana, if she was even out there, was going to have to wait.