Waiting for use

Liz was left with the taste and texture of his cum on her tongue.

She couldn’t move it, but there must have been something subconscious happening as she felt it glide down her tongue ‘somewhere’.

Eventually the taste faded away leaving only a lingering saltiness.

She couldn’t see. She couldn’t hear. She could kinda feel though. It seemed like her skin was warm and there wasn’t the sense of anything firm against it.

‘He probably put me on his nightstand upright or something..’

After an indeterminate period of time, Liz realized this must be what those sensory deprivation tanks are like.

But they’re not waiting to be used like a sex toy..

I wonder if my brain will let me fall asleep?