When you make me cum that way, I fight it. You tell me to let it go, but I keep fighting.
I don’t like coming that way. It makes me too vulnerable, so I hold it in. It’s not yours, it’s not even mine. I have this notion I am saving it for someone, for the next man I love, for that man who turns my world inside out, who makes me want to go on a crime spree. You know that man who I want to stay up all night with drinking scotch, smoking cigarettes–even though I quit–drawing nude pictures of me sprawled on my couch–then switching, taking my turn–in between romantic passionate raw fuck romps, that’s the man– I want him to make me cum like this.
Oh, but you. You had to go and do it, you had to take it from me because I was unwilling to let it go. You had to draw it out, pull it out. Your fingers deeply buried, C shape hitting my G shape, that ache, that quiver. My body in a pained numbing, but full of come sexual energy. When you hit me there it instantly feels as though I may soak. I tell you no, tell you to stop, I beg, beg and beg. My hips raising off the fuck sweat soaked, sex smeared mattress. More than raise, they lift my lower body attempts to consume you, I am balancing on my shoulders and neck, begging you to stop. Tears begin to stream down my face as I feel the orgasm begin to build being pulled, extracted from my inside. My mind strains to bring it back in, your fingers keep working, and though my mind is working one way in opposition, my body still arches to meet yours. The pressure you hit, that sweet spot that few men hit, I can’t see–everything has become static and tears.
I come in a wild bucking explosion, and let loose with a full on cry. I am crying, I never let anyone see me cry. My eyes and pussy are equally wet, my cunt controls. I come so hard my body is a tingling mass of flesh, my thighs spasm out of control, my pussy jerks hard from the core out. This is not my body. I am exhausted from my fight, I sleep. I sleep and I sleep. When I wake up you have been gone for hours, I realize over six hours has passed and part of me is gone, just like you are.Library Vixen, All rights Reserved. Written For: Library Vixen