The abyss of ecstasy

The words coming out of my mouth are just a whisper, an echo of what is going on inside me. The text is no longer a story - it is an unstoppable vortex that draws me deeper and deeper into its darkness. My fingers glide over my skin faster, more demanding, as if they can no longer withstand the tension in my body.

“Every hard thrust brings me closer to the edge of ecstasy.”

The words are like a command I can't resist. I want more. I need more. The text has taken me over completely, has led me into a world where I no longer have control over my own needs. Every line I read intensifies the desire that is tearing me apart inside. My body reacts in a way I would never have allowed myself to - but now it is inevitable, unavoidable.

My hand moves faster as I continue to read aloud, my voice hoarse, trembling. There's no stopping now, no turning back. All I want is to savor this fantasy to the end, to surrender completely, to finally break through the boundary between reality and imagination. The desire inside me grows, becomes an irrepressible urge that almost drives me mad.

At the edge of my perception, I hear a faint signal. It is the sound that indicates that my time is up in the reading competition. But it no longer matters. None of it matters. The competition, the audience, it's all so far away now, as if it didn't even exist. All that matters is the ecstasy that I so desperately want to achieve, that I want more than anything else at this moment.

My body is on fire, my thoughts are just a chaotic jumble of desire and excitement. The text is the only way to release this tension, and I follow it blindly as my hand continues to wander over my body. The words on the page merge with my own reality and I can no longer tell what is real and what is not.

The climax comes like an unstoppable storm, overtaking me without warning. It's as if all the pent-up tension, desire and fear is released in a single, overwhelming moment. My body contracts, every nerve tract is electrified, and then, with a final, **** breath, the wave lets go.

The heat that courses through my body burns with an intensity I have never experienced before. My muscles tense, a tingling sensation spreads and I can't stop a soft, trembling sound from escaping my lips. It's as if I'm losing myself in this moment, as if I'm completely relinquishing control for a tiny, endless moment.

The pleasure that flows through me at this moment is overwhelming. It's as if every cell in my body is coming to life, filled with a burning glow that spreads from deep inside me to the surface. My breathing falters, becomes irregular as I let the waves of ecstasy wash through me, surrendering completely to their power.

And then, slowly, the intensity begins to subside, the storm recedes, leaving behind a gentle, pleasant warmth. I can feel my body relaxing, the tension falling away and only a faint, calming pulsation remaining. My breathing calms down, my heartbeat slows and I slowly open my eyes, which I had unconsciously squeezed tightly shut.

But then reality returns, quietly and inevitably, and with it comes the realization of what has just happened.