Solving insomnia

The clock is down to 29:03, and I’m still twisting and turning. Sleep seems to be completely unachievable. Dammit… I’m losing precious time. If sleeping doesn’t work, maybe I should try to work on my challenge some more? Can it work, like, at all, now? Even though the yearning is acute, I’m completely knackered, and I’m pretty sure that my body lacks the strength to evoke orgasm. On the other hand, I have surprised myself in here before. I can at least try, can’t I? I get slightly nauseous at the thought of an Hitachi trembling me, if anything can do it now, it must be penetration, it must be about filling up that yearning vacancy.

I get up only to sink down again, straddling a dildo. This one is made of metal, and it feels cool and soothing when my slit gets stuffed again. There’s no urgency, no drive, just a quiet comfort. I don’t ride it (I doubt if my battered muscles could even be **** to do that), I just rest my mangled pussy on the mass of it. Sure it arouses me, but only very slightly, and it isn’t even the point anyway. Just feeling the dummy cock idling inside me makes me feel relaxed, as if I wasn’t complete before, but now I am. A haze drifts into me, soft and gentle, and pads of fluff blot out the anxiousness of my mind. It is hard to describe, but if I had to pick one word, it would be ‘satisfaction’. Even the sore in my pussy is no longer a discomfort; it melts into the general sensation of fulfillment that envelopes me.

And right from there, sleep finally grabs me. I doze off right there, kneeling on the ground, the dildo still buried deep inside me.