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...)