Can’t think about anything
When I feel this vibrational ping
deep within my naughty pubic-
This soothing arousal-so therapeutic.
I try desperately not to focus on in,
But tingling rises then spreads within.
Heart races- I try not to even start,
But engorged, my lips open wide apart.
I can feel cool air access my clit,
involuntarily my legs shake and split.
Cum strings stretch out with this motion,
every nerve in my vulva has awoken.
It craves a naughty rub and flick.
If I submit, I bet I’ll cum quick.
I need this session to satisfy,
So I reach between my thighs.
Only pleasure floods my mind,
To my worries, I become blind.
Suppressed desires surface and race,
My vulgar fantasies are a disgrace.
All of these thoughts, I’ll soon regret
But for now I’m dripping wet
It’s flowing out my little slit.
Swollen, erect, reddened clit
emerges from beyond the labial folds-
A bead begging for the threshold.
Nipples sharpen and cone,
can no longer hold my moan
I thrust my hips and shake,
making my labia bounce and quake.
The freedom of them flapping,
the sound of my lips clapping,
is enough for the bliss to concentrate.
And like dissipating great weight,
it washes freely over my body.
I feel so sexual, vulnerable, so free…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uz3e9r/hypersexual_chains_a_poem