Max woke up in the dead of the night. He had not seen dreams for a long time, because the transition from oblivion to reality was almost instantaneous. He was still in a single hospital ward. And his diagnosis was still inevitable.

It was unusually quiet, none of the patients rustled their slippers in the direction of the dressing room, lonely taxis rustled outside the window, even the instruments measuring his condition stopped.
Time seemed to stop. Max tried to rise and saw her. She stood silently in front of his bunk.

- Hello - Max said - I was waiting for you.
Her voice was quiet, but Max heard clearly every word. Her voice inspired fear, and some pleasant excitement.
- Respect courage. Not everyone is able to tell me this in person.

- You know, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I have been in this ward for a year now. And I wait ...
- Well, I came. Have a last wish?
- Yes...
- What?
- It's a shame to leave like this ... a virgin.
- You lost too much time on all sorts of nonsense, everything was in your hands.
- I read a lot about you. I was waiting you. I wanted my first and last time to be with you.
“Then you must know that I am the opposite of Eros.”
- Do not tell me. You are dialectically connected with him. Where there is life, there you are, as the reverse side of the coin. And vice versa. You are inseparable.
- Good. If this is your wish, so be it.

She approached him, causing shivering all over her body. And it was difficult to understand what it is: fear or arousal. Max tried to look at her. Even near, he saw just a dark female silhouette. Her forms were streamlined, his gaze had nothing to cling to, he slid along this unnecessarily perfect female body, like an ice rink. Her breast was perfect shape, but did not have nipples. In this figure there was something both attracting and repelling. Max has always represented her that way. And waited for this date all my life.

Calmly and confidently, her hands slipped under the covers and found his scrotum. They were smooth and cool, like latex. It reached Max that She was all, as if covered with latex. One hand stretched her scrotum, the other easily slid on his penis. Max shivered slightly, whether from pleasure, or from chills. Member hardened, became huge. For a moment, it merged with the surrounding darkness and again thickened on horseback on the lying Max. She slid on the dick again, but not with her hand, but with the same cool and smooth vagina. Max groaned either in pain or in pleasure. She made no sound, moved evenly, like a stamping press. Only the hospital bed shook and creaked from its intense movements. She threw a silk cord around Max's neck. When Max's dick entered her to the full depth, she gently tightened the cord when she came out slightly loosened. It gave sensations that could not be compared with anything. Max went into oblivion, suffocation killed him and brought him to heaven. When he reached its depths, something seemed to explode in a thousand sparks in his brain.

- The time has come - she said calmly, and then began to accelerate. Bunk moaned plaintively with Max. He was nearing the end. She froze for a moment, then moved her hips, driving Max's cock into herself and pulled the string with force. Max huddled, kicked his feet. It was difficult to understand what it is: an orgasm or death-cramps.