A Torturous Climax
Each breath passes so violently into and out of me it feels as though each breath is trying to muscle the others to the side in their race to the finish line. The frequency has only increased, and my brain can hardly keep up with the hyper-oxygenation. My sight sparkles in time with the tingling in my extremities.Without a doubt, this is the best sex I’ve ever had – and it’s with a machine. There’d be a joke there if I primarily or exclusively slept with men. Okay, maybe half a joke. The...
Reluctance