Not Like Anything I've Ever Felt Before

The sensation is beyond anything I've ever felt before. Even when Rachel was tricking me in bed last night and I truly believed that I was taking... still it was nothing like this.

It went beyond just the fact that I was being penetrated and far past the feeling of fullness. There was the absolute knowledge that I was closer to someone than I'd ever been before, that even though there was a miniscule amount of space between us, our bodies felt so joined.

I could feel him. I could feel him more than I'd ever felt anyone else before. Every throb and pulse present as my nerves read it and felt it and my body responded automatically.

Something is so undeniably natural about sex, even if it isn't strictly taking a penis into your vagina. You go into it wondering how you'll ever manage and then, somehow, your body just knows what to do. Automatic instinct takes over as you feel yourself moving in perfect time to every movement of his, as you read his emotions and his feelings and his needs and know how to respond to make this an experience neither of you will ever forget.

Don't get me wrong, sex can be bad. I've had plenty of bad sex in my life, enough that really I'd say that every encounter I'd ever had in my old body certainly qualified.

But maybe that was the point. It was certainly the common factor. I was always there, always present in each one of them even if I wasn't connecting and wasn't responding and wasn't reading. And if that isn't an indication that I was born into the wrong gender than I don't know what is.

Blake knew what he was doing. Even when he was rough or even when he did the wrong thing I saw an instant later, two steps down the line, why he did it.

Because I kept being built up but I kept on being denied. Coming so close to cumming but feeling it wrenched away from me until I became more and more **** and that was the point.

He was making me need this and he was making me needy. He was making me **** and **** people make mistakes.

"Please," I beg him, "I'm so fucking close. Oh god I can almost get there but..."

A guttural cry cuts off my words as I feel him pinch my nipple hard enough to shock me out of pleasure and deny me my satisfaction. Almost shivering now I move with desperation to satisfy my own demands.

Sliding my hand down between my thighs just as quickly but subtly as I can, because I don't want him to notice. I could just picture him grasping my wrist and pulling my hand away from me, keeping control over me and dominating me even further.

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