An Order For Me

Just about to cum. So close I could feel it pressing and yet it’s just… Oh god…

Oh god it’s going to happen.

The feel of it almost surprises me, even though it should be an inevitability here. Because god only knows how long I’d been caught in this dream of passion but it sure felt like weeks. Caught under the touch of this formless stranger and in this warm fantasy and now all these hands and all these beings and all this presence all dedicated to me.

All making me cum.

Building now. Out of my control. Creeping beneath my skin and shivering beneath my understanding and all of it too much to bear.

The pressure inside of me pushing at the edges of me but I know now that it’s not going to tear me apart. It’s not going to break through the surface of me it will turn inward instead. The pressure will build until I let it crest and then the heat will rush into its place and I will be able to do nothing as it overwhelms me.

Tension and relaxation. Then tension again and shaking. Shivering and roaring and blood pumping and a scream coming from somewhere without me realizing that it is coming from me and I won’t be able to do anything as it overwhelms me.

And I will love it.

I will love every damn minute of it.

But we’re not there yet.

A riot of confusion and I try to meter it but my hands slips on the dial that can turn the volume up and down. It hits the maximum and it overwhelms me.

“Oh god!” I scream, the pleasure so intense that it is an agony before I turn the dial down and it is me alone.

Alone in my bed shaking beneath my sheets. Feeling it happen but stuck in my sleep and unable to do anything to change the inevitable.

Turning it up again and finding all those hands on me and some of them are caressing and some are doing so much more. Grabbing and squeezing and pinching and filling, pumping into every hole and feeling me out and it’s lips and it’s fingers and I turn down the dial.

And it’s just us. Just me and the man inside of me. Just him pumping and holding me from behind. Just his hand clapping onto my ass and making me raw and ragged as he leans over me and his other hand moves from my hip to my breast and then up to my neck.

Closing on my throat and not squeezing but holding me, pulling me up so I am all but dependent on him as he turns my head and our lips connect and he speaks without saying a word and tells me what he wants me to do.

And while he does his hand plays an expert tune on my body, sliding between my legs and finding my clit and strumming, flicking and pressing onto it. Building it and building me as his relentless pumping fills me from behind.

He doesn’t say a word but he hasn’t needed to until now so why start? He tells me and I know and it’s my fantasy and I hold the dial.

Him. Me. Just the two of us.

And my lover has an order for me.

A single word.

Cum.

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