It has been said the the brain is the most important sex organ.  Here is what I know.

I just came.  Again.

There is that small moment just beforehand, when you know you’ve crossed the divide, that it will happen whether you’re ready or not, and in that moment I’m so thankful, so glad I can trust in it.  And then all is obliterated by the shuddering carnage between my legs, all sense of self reduced to that thundering pulse, nothing left.  Distant restraints hold my feet and hands, but the rest of me plunges and leaps wildly, every muscle straining like a thing possessed.  Cries in an ancient, unknown tongue escape my mouth.

When it eventually recedes, I lie there wasted, muscles limp.  Sweat pours everywhere, over me, between parts of me. The afterglow makes my sex hole spasm and clench, sending shivers of delight through the hard little buttons on my chest.  They let me lie there for a while, sucking air through my nose.  Shuddering.

Eventually the soreness at wrist and ankle, the ache in my jaw and the pressure over my eyes remind me once again that I am completely helpless, and a shimmer of delight ripples over my unseen but oh so naked flesh.  They must be aware of it, because hands begin touching me again, smoothing, raking, gripping, twisting and slapping all my soft parts.  All of them.

NO, NO!  I can’t!  No no no no no no no no no, I try to say.  It’s not possible. I have nothing left for you.

But my little nubbin has already begun to heat and  throb, betraying me once again.

I’m in hell.  I’m in heaven.