You pretend to not hear and keep sleeping

She shuffles in front of you, her leg brushing against yours.

A tiny amount of come slowly drips out.

You keep tensing, but it’s too late. A bigger twitch rushes through you. More comes out. You still try to control the flow, but it spurts out anyway.

There’s no denying it now—you’re coming in your pants. The realization washes over you, and with it, a strange sense of surrender. You relax, and the rest follows, warm and unstoppable.

Your underwear is soaked. You lie there, a mix of shame and euphoria coursing through you. Your head feels light, your body still buzzing from the release. The high lingers, even as the embarrassment sets in.

Who are you? Do you even recognize yourself?