finally
sex is weird.
no matter the initial effect. whether its sparks drawn on my g-spot, not fully hard, just squishy, or tearing on the way in...in the first minute my face gets hot and red. it's neighbor to embarassment. its...psychologically awkward. i have an inside; and you are in it. i have an inside, a part of my body that touches itself all the time, that feels nothing really, and now it is full. it isn't exactly uncomfortable, but it is arresting. troubling really. but no harm has come of it so far. though i can feel it now. stinging and burning with come all down the length of it. i have a shaft now, when before i had...myself. not a space, exactly. a vagina is not an empty space, any more than my ass is empty space. but now i have an inside. and you have this part...that i don't have...meant for going inside people. meant for going inside me. what the hell is that all about?
and you, max. you've done it again. and again and again and again. and if i never hear you whimper again, if i never see your eyelids twitch and your slack half-smile... (sounds gross but i think its hot) i think i would die. watching you i need nothing else. and the wanting that wells up at that moment nearly made me cry. cry because i want what i am having. i want what there is here for me, i want..and i get, and it only makes me want more. there is no satisfaction. there will never be satisfaction. an itch that itches more when i itch it. i want and yearn and it aches and i get and i want so much that it turns violent. i want to attack and tear and consume you. i want to devour you, to define sex entirely, to monopolize your desire as you have mine. i want everything, more than everything. and all of this because i have an inside...more inside than sex, my cunt is a blind alley; your cock is just as short. i have an inside and you are in it. and the more you are in it the more i want you inside me. i have an inside. this does not express what i'm trying to say. i'm sitting here in my cuffs and braid and little blue come-rag dress and shaking and tearing up because you are inside me. you fill me, pushing the walls outward, stretching my inside tight and tense and quivering; you crowd out me inside of me and i am filled with you. always dizzy with your smell, always drooling for your taste. expanding opening yearning devouring. insatiable.
no matter the initial effect. whether its sparks drawn on my g-spot, not fully hard, just squishy, or tearing on the way in...in the first minute my face gets hot and red. it's neighbor to embarassment. its...psychologically awkward. i have an inside; and you are in it. i have an inside, a part of my body that touches itself all the time, that feels nothing really, and now it is full. it isn't exactly uncomfortable, but it is arresting. troubling really. but no harm has come of it so far. though i can feel it now. stinging and burning with come all down the length of it. i have a shaft now, when before i had...myself. not a space, exactly. a vagina is not an empty space, any more than my ass is empty space. but now i have an inside. and you have this part...that i don't have...meant for going inside people. meant for going inside me. what the hell is that all about?
and you, max. you've done it again. and again and again and again. and if i never hear you whimper again, if i never see your eyelids twitch and your slack half-smile... (sounds gross but i think its hot) i think i would die. watching you i need nothing else. and the wanting that wells up at that moment nearly made me cry. cry because i want what i am having. i want what there is here for me, i want..and i get, and it only makes me want more. there is no satisfaction. there will never be satisfaction. an itch that itches more when i itch it. i want and yearn and it aches and i get and i want so much that it turns violent. i want to attack and tear and consume you. i want to devour you, to define sex entirely, to monopolize your desire as you have mine. i want everything, more than everything. and all of this because i have an inside...more inside than sex, my cunt is a blind alley; your cock is just as short. i have an inside and you are in it. and the more you are in it the more i want you inside me. i have an inside. this does not express what i'm trying to say. i'm sitting here in my cuffs and braid and little blue come-rag dress and shaking and tearing up because you are inside me. you fill me, pushing the walls outward, stretching my inside tight and tense and quivering; you crowd out me inside of me and i am filled with you. always dizzy with your smell, always drooling for your taste. expanding opening yearning devouring. insatiable.