Grafenberg©

My imperfection jiggled when he hit it. Endorphins scent was our fuel.
Microscopic bucking and jutting.
Let’s skip scientific specification.
He was gentleman.
I found his brand of competency to be presidential.
Following instructions to the T surgically precise he waited on me, coming several times before he even reached one filling my orgasms with his.
Familiarizing himself with soul.
Renovating my breached venue.
And with the sly smirk of an architect he licked my devil’s pie with the gravest of enthusiasm.
Without further adieu.
Diligently respecting every pore visible to eye.
A grumble and fiendish grin told me that he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to me.
And who am I to stop him?
Cracking my divinci codes and he didn’t even have to try and for that I was pissed but grateful.
As so body blabbered not to stop and threw temper tantrum demanding reasoning.
Why are you doing this to me?
His replying why do you feel so good?
Its not fair.
Neither of us having feasible explanation.
It just is.
And so it was. And so shall it be.
The repetition of consensual acts of servitude paying hamage to divinity.
In the lieu of my cremé
Bohemia is induced...
JUST TO SUIT YOUR FANCY
Shut the fuck up and take it, is what my inner self was telling me and right now I didn’t have a choice in the matter because she knew my whole life I’ve missed you.
It’s funny how dick that good can make you promise the damnedest things like having baby of stranger.
For sex this good I’d have a whole litter and then some.
Becoming sperm recipient.
Lavishing in your favor.