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Effortlessly, and smooth as a shelled oyster sloping down a throat's soft corridor, I allowed myself the sweet migration of letting it all be as it was meant to be, simple and complete. I took in a lung of calm, quiet air and thought, This is what I was designed to do, what I am best at. Nothing feels more real or more satisfying than this. A single corrugated shiver rippled up my spine. From tail to tip it bloomed in a spiral of agitating sparks, exciting and wild. Each nerve, projecting in hunger, fired around the motion like the equal rays of a dying sun in one last great solar explosion, as tiny ****** of sweat flushed my skin. I wiped myself three times, lifted my pants and trousers in one rising movement and walked away from my floating masterpiece smiling. Every small achievement brings me closer to perfection. And every small perfection, well, I hope to enjoy.
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Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 1:39 AM UTC
Effortlessly
Effortlessly, and smooth as a shelled oyster sloping down a throat's soft corridor, I allowed myself the sweet migration of letting it all be as it was meant to be, simple and complete. I took in a lung of calm, quiet air and thought, This is what I was designed to do, what I am best at. Nothing feels more real or more satisfying than this. A single corrugated shiver rippled up my spine. From tail to tip it bloomed in a spiral of agitating sparks, exciting and wild. Each nerve, projecting in hunger, fired around the motion like the equal rays of a dying sun in one last great solar explosion, as tiny ****** of sweat flushed my skin. I wiped myself three times, lifted my pants and trousers in one rising movement and walked away from my floating masterpiece smiling. Every small achievement brings me closer to perfection. And every small perfection, well, I hope to enjoy.
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Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 1:39 AM UTC
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