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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