she told me her name was lol, i did not remember asking or caring what her name was. too much information as far as i was concerned, i told her just as much. everything is the same, at the same time nothing is any different. she talked for a little while longer with not anything ever being said. "how can that happen," i asked myself. her mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. her perfect red tinted lips made into an oblong "o" reminding me of her name. i could say her name without ever pronouncing it. the "o" felt good on my mouth, since there was no pursing of the lips, only a formation of the sound and the taste of my lips on my tongue. "i am a visual learner, a visual communicator," lol pronounced, with that, lol showed me how she learned what her name meant. before i knew it, she had removed her designer jeans (she wasn't wearing any underwear) and outstretched both arms to either side of her head, her mouth gaped open. "this is what it means to be me," lol sighed. lol threw herself back, onto her backside, she lay motionless for several moments. Abruptly, lol flung her legs into the air and brought her knees to her chest while spreading them open as wide as possible. "this is how you see my name through my eyes," lol exclaimed as she spread her ass cheeks wide. "x marks the spot, from whatever point i intersect and cross myself," lol shrieked and pulled out clumps of her beautifully braided hair. there were twisted pieces of braids crossing over themselves on the duvet. "I can never be filled up, only emptied and refilled," lol gasped for air. the air had become thick with the perfume of lol's perfectly shaped "o's" located in the nether regions of her sex. she did not want to remember the emptiness, but relive the fullness of each interaction that took place during the filling; the doing, the working, the satisfying. the emptiness of her name reclaimed the richness of her absence.
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