The combination of push and pull in every direction that can only bring torture to your mind and pleasure to your body.
As if shackles were holding you down.
Too good to be true.
Anatomical idioms are created in an instant, learning to beg for more.
Physical language.
And more.
Stings.
Just the right dose of torment.
Agony.
In all the wrong ways and in all the right places.
Twinge.
Holding your breath is the only way to endure it.
Ache.
Welcome a new friend that will determine your entertainment.
Contortion.
Indescribable.
Spasm.
You can almost taste satisfaction.
It’s sweet but it plays with you.
Never lets you have her entirely.
Never taste her completely.
Gasp.
Can’t hear yourself think.
Sigh.
Images evoke that which you wish to repeat.
And repeat. Again. Harder. Faster.
Antidote?
Sanity.
Really?
Fuck no.