How many nights have the stars watched me from above as I wished they were the eyes of a million women watching my naked body as I ravage myself alone, showcasing every crevice of my identity. In my reveal of who I am, I hear their chants as they root for me across the sky, their voices begging, desiring, demanding, for me to transcend trough the night and into their grace.
I can feel them lift me up and set me down, only to lift me up again as I ride along the edge of what seems like the universe, testing the boundaries of space and time as I hold the shaft in my hand like a scepter for the sake of all of humanity. The serpent meets the sea as I stroke my value across their face, gently gliding my Tonge across their breasts, violently breathing in the crevices of their necks.
A million lovers all at once.
So a million songs are played in my ascent as I reach greater heights according to their commands. My cup runneth over and onto my belly where a million tongues lick up every drop, brazening my abdomen and chest with the salivation of victory and carnal precipitation.
There, in the sky, are my lovers forever.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oyq64f/starry_climax_m