27 February, 2009

The Scream

His hands on my hips, slamming into me, forcing out a moaningly-appreciative orgasm before pushing me onto the bed on my hands and knees. Grabbing my tulip from under the pillow, my clit took me almost to the peak again before he entered me from behind at the optimal moment.

The heat of my burning internal flesh surprised him. It still does, even now. For, after a weekend of such rampancy and, following so closely upon the first climax, I was incredibly aroused; the blood and excitement were centred in that place, engorging my flesh like swollen petals. Tight, slippery, yet almost dry heat, the furnace consumed him before it was suddenly awash with fluid as the consequent huge explosion hit.

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