I Might Not Be In Control

It’s close to a confession. It’s close to the truth. It’s closer than I’ve ever gotten before.

But that doesn’t matter because it’s enough to give me what I want and I fucking feel it. I feel him throb and then erupt, a potent volcano of heat coating me from the inside and making me scramble and scream as it burns me with a pleasurable heat from within.

“Everything I wanted and more!”

I tremble on it, feeling the rush of it building within me and roaring out to the edges of me. I feel it overtake me and then, cresting, I feel my own climax rushing up even higher than the last.

It pulses to the edges of me and I gasp, unable to catch my own breath. My mouth opens wide as a guttural scream escapes it and I feel him bearing down on me, pulsing in a seemingly endless repetition of heat deep in the heart of my belly.

And just when I think I’m going to fall, they fall on me.

It is touch and it is heat on my skin. It is a nameless sensation of overwhelming pleasure as the bodies of the nameless void cease their individuality in favor of the pleasure of me.

They wrap themselves on my skin and it is like brands of passion burning on me. I feel it enrobe me like silk, slipping and sliding around me like a dip beneath the surface of a warm pool.

Gasping I feel them kiss me, feel them splash onto me. I feel all of it simultaneously and I understand that I’m getting it all at once and like the dial on a stereo I can turn it, but this time turning it like the tuning of the radio.

I can pick the station.

So one moment it is him inside of me, pulsing deep and filling me more than I ever thought possible.

The next it is another on my lips, pushing past them to the back of my throat while his hand holds my head still and I feel him erupt and coat my belly with his seed.

Another pulses on my tongue, throbbing and making me taste only the hot and salty muskiness of it, a taste I savor and let linger in me before I swallow it greedily down.

One coats my face with his seed and calls me dirty names. Another pulses on my breasts as I hold them up to his attention.

On my ass and in my ass. On my belly and on my neck and on my hands as I run them up and down his pulsing member.

It is one moment in one moment and then another in another. It is all of it and all of it is perfection.

All of it is enough to keep me on my high for longer than I could have ever imagined.

So that by the time I come down on the other end of it I am tingling and laughing and trembling with satisfaction. I am shivering as they all take me in their arms in a thousand and thousand different ways and lay me out in a bed of my own making.

They pull the sheets up and they stand around me and one by one they make their exit, they step back and disappear into the shadows until they are nothing but a memory and a pleasant reminder on my skin.

I breathe slowly. I savor the moment. I give them each their goodbye until I sense only one standing and remaining with me.

The one who brought me here. The first, and best perhaps.

He lingers at the bed and I sense his **** to leave. The smile on my lips doesn’t falter, but it doesn’t feel quite as honest and the furrow in my brow sings a different tune and I know what he wants but I’m afraid. I’m terrified.

He wants me to open my eyes, but I don’t know what I’ll see.

And for the first time since this fantasy of my dream began, I feel like I just might not be the one who is in control.

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