Waterworld

Last night. Was. Um. Unbelievably wet.

So big purple took the front seat, as she has been lately, I’m passionately in love with her capabilities, they continue to astound me in oh so many ways. She wore a little lubricated sleeve, not that this enhances in any way, aside from the association with sex with another I suppose, I’ve mentioned this in previous entries, I’m not going to elaborate. Oh and fresh batteries, “she was powered up to the max”!!

So working it along, little gas-ms one after the other, not reaching full intensity. I tease myself, over and over again, I like the tease, I like the playfulness. I work myself along at quite a pace, push it a little further and withdraw, and again. I like it this way, work myself up into a frenzy, I want it more than you would know. I’m also preparing myself, lets call it acclimatizing myself to the situation, to the explosion to come. I keep coming, it pulses, i scream out. I feel such an intense build up of pressure that I have to withdraw, an intensity of heat, of swelling, of electric shocks, I pull out, quick and with it comes an almighty spray, across the doona, the sheets, all over my body, the intensity such that I could hear the pressure in the spray, like a whistle blowing of a stove top kettle, an explosion. All soaked through, purple re-enters for more, she pushes it harder, again, she leaks her fluids, and again, I keep it going, the heat overwhelms my entire self, I feel I am going to collapse. My head reels with the dizziness, my girls are swollen with the heat, I lay in a water bed, nothing but wetness. I am temporarily immobilized, I lay for a while. And a while longer. Get up, find my cigarettes. Come back to bed, it is cold with the dampness. I light my cigarette and my entire body melts into itself. Sleep. Pass out.