Back into the light

Sweat runs down between my breasts, matched by the flow of my juices between my legs. I take the vibration back down a level, still feeling the pulses in me. Exhausted, I switch it off and remove it, putting it to one side and slip two fingers inside. I’m still twitching strongly enough to be able to grip my fingers. I can’t touch my clit – it’s too swollen and ultra-sensitive. I press a hand on my stomach and I can feel the throbs deep inside my very soul. My chest rises and falls as I struggle to breathe normally.

I sit up and look in the mirror. Look at me – look at me! Is that really me? That creature. Flushed. Shaking. I can see the moisture seeping down my legs and notice the pool of juice on my bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my new lover. It’s still slick with my juices, all glossy and pink. I tentatively touch it. It’s warm and soft. I just sit there, recovering, looking at this little toy. I start to laugh and laugh, unable to stop.

Eventually, the ecstasy ebbs and I come back down to earth. Feeling the sudden chill, I slip into my bed and fall into a blissful sleep where I dream of our next encounter.