water park again

You take me to the water park again. There's a gleam in your eye though. I can tell you have something mischievous in mind. But I have no idea what it is. All I know is that you have the ability to cast a magic spell to make me weightless... Hmm...

arrival

... you sit back and let nature take its course. Since this is such a new experience for me, when I come, I squirt for the first time, drawing arcs on you.

spinning class

... and now that I'm basically weightless and held up by your member and nothing else, another idea presents itself. You put your hands on my hips and set me spinning. I'm literally getting screwed. You're viewing me from all kinds of angles now. And your favorite view is of my face -- you can see that I've lost it, totally...

magic

... You decide that this is a good time to try a weightless spell on me. Suddenly I'm suspended in the air, supported only by your member. Now I'm truly impaled on a stick! "Wha? .... Oh!" ...

learning

(start) While you pound away, you see that I'm so lost that I can't contribute meaningfully to the action. You smile, thinking that it's going to take quite a few iterations of this before I get accustomed to it this way -- before I learn how to be taken this way. It's going to be great seeing things improve from here. (continued...)

halves

(start) You look down at me, watching me writhe. My body looks like it's just two perfect halves, coming together around your pole, hugging you with mounds and hips and my waist. Your grip on me tightens fiercely. (continued...)

control

(start) I'm so out of control that I've gone into that incoherent state again (see 8/26 post). You ask me a question but I can't really hear you. My heart is pounding in my ears. Electricity is coursing through my body. Ahh unnh hmm mmm m-ah! (continued...)

deep scan

(Start) You're so deep, it's amazing. You can see the amazement in my starry eyes. I feel like little more than a sheath for your pole. Just when I think you're at the limit, you pull me to my knees and take me to the hilt with what feels like two more inches! I'm gasping and out of control. (continued...)

Citizen Kane

(Series starts here.) You growl over me, "Citizen Kane has one word for you -- Rosebud." With that, you press at my rosebud. Looking in the mirror, you can see my eyes and my mouth grow wider than you've ever seen them. Every part of me is opening up. You look right into my eyes but we're not making contact. My eyes are glassy and unfocused. I'm lost in this one sensation. (continued...)

difficult to speak

(The first post in the series is here.) Your movement forces my breath out so that I can't speak a full sentence. I manage this: "Still ... don't .... know ... what ... you're ... grinning ... about!" You grunt a kind of acknowledgment and keep at it for another couple of minutes. Then you pull out and shift upward an inch ... and my eyes open wide. We've never done this before! (continued...)

pwned

(The first post in the series is here.) You impale me repeatedly, violently. The force of each thrust causes me to slide forward away from you. So you plant your fists in the bed ahead of my shoulders and now I'm trapped. I hold on for dear life as I become one with you and the bed beneath, ground into the matress by the force. (continued...)

start button

(Continued from previous post. The first post in the series is here.) I'm wondering why you're grinning. You hover over me for what seems to be a long time. Long enough for me to start asking -- giving you a chance to interrupt the question. "What are you smiling a---aaah!" You interrupt by plunging in repeatedly. (to be continued...)

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cd ../betrayal

(Continued from previous post. The first post in the series is here.) Suddenly you pull out. My sly grin vanishes and my jaw drops at the betrayal. You've left me twisting in the wind. I start wimpering again. I whisper your name, pleading. Now you're the one with the sly grin. (to be continued...)

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cd sly/

(Continued from previous post. The first post in the series is here.) The best I can come up with is to start clenching my bottom and my rose. It feels great. I'm simultaneously getting relief from your torture and driving myself to the edge. I hear you gasp and I can almost feel your mood change. You're also getting way more stimulation than you bargained for. If you get too much, you know it's going to be all over. You won't be able to keep me prisoner much longer if I keep it up. And it looks like I'm stealing pleasure for myself. I turn my head and give you a sly grin while I clench away. The sound of the clenching and my giggling are driving you mad. (to be continued...)

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finite state machine

(Continued from previous post. The first post in the series is here.) My whimpering is louder and has gone incoherent now. You've never seen me like this before. There's a click in your mind as you decide to make a lifelong hobby out of devising new ways to get me into this state. And you wonder how spectacular the ending will be and how to delay it as long as possible. Will there be a day when you can bring me in and out of this state at will? (to be continued...)

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diff

(Continued from previous post. The first post in the series is here.) There's so much sweat that I'm getting slick. You realize that it's getting more difficult to hold on to me. It sounds like I'm coming, but you know I'm not -- you know what that feels like and this is different. Or maybe this is just a different kind of climax: a long, low, tortuous and drawn out heaven. Did your torture of me backfire? That's not my concern right nowww... (to be continued...)

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race condition

(Continued from previous post. The first post in the series is here.) The quivering and the tension in my body is causing me to sweat a little. I'm glistening and glowing. My mind is frantically searching for some way to get more stimulation. You're driving me crazy. My heart and my breathing quicken. But still you hold me down by my wrists and by your pole. (to be continued...)

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frozen

(Continued from previous post. The first post in the series is here.) I try to move and get some rhythm. But my delight at waking up impaled gradually turns to dismay as I realize you're toying with me. You're pinning me down with your muscles and I can't get more stimulation than you're allowing. I writhe and wimper, but you're merciless for several minutes. I can't use my hands because you have me by the wrists as well. My existence has been reduced to the bed and your muscle -- within and without. You can feel every quiver. (to be continued...)

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long pole in the schedule

You're watching me sleep. I'm lying face down. You can see a nice juicy bulge where my chest is pressing into the sheets. Your gaze wanders down my spine to two very delectable and perfect mounds.

I'm still sleeping peacefully as you position your morning wood and enter slowly from behind. You hear me murmer and feel me shift a little as my mind tries to encorporate this new sensation into my current dream sequence. I wake gradually, then with surprise and delight at being impaled. "Mmm... Hm? Oh!" (to be continued...)

park

Remember the time we were in high school and you took me to the water park -- because you knew the water would rip my two-piece off? I pretended not to notice when I got out of the water and walked right through the crowd.

Windows

When you arrive home from work, you see me tinkering with the window treatments. I am wearing your tool belt. And nothing else. I had to punch a new notch in the belt because I am so slender. But the belt hangs nicely, don't you think? I alternate between bending down to pick up something (I forget to bend at the knees of course) . . . and stepping on a step ladder and reaching as high as I can to place new decorations.

Disk Partitioning -- PartedMagic

I need your help with some partitioning, if you know what I mean. I have some things that need to be parted. And then I need something in between, but not too quickly. I think a Live CD would work. There's one called PartedMagic. It sounds like it should do the trick. I hear that sometimes it takes a few tries before everything fits together perfectly. And then magic happens, usually more than once. You're an expert after all.