It’s intoxicating.
Examining conscious organisms self-inflict overdue orgasms.
Not least from the 1st-person perspective…
Yet, tonight the gallery opens.
Your corner-mouth smile telegraphs it’s on.
Oil on canvas, the medium being lithe rippled torso.
Flickering light casts shadow upon sculpture.
Crevices carved by crunches.
A simple request.
A sledgehammer blow.
Shattering the soul into shards of pure lust:
“Cum for me, stud”
The chin rises in subtle, yet confident assertion.
Adrenaline.
The artist paints in broad strokes.
Palpitation..
An urgent vista, vivid with sparkle from sweat and pre-cum.
Tremor…
The subject studies, spellbound by the work of his masterful hands.
Weaving an exquisite knot of neurosensory tension.
Edging it towards the horizon of release.
Over and over.
(and over…)
Until imminence.
“A final request” she insists.
“Where?” is the growl.
Eyes melt with coquettish intent; “Let it fly!”
“Where?” is the growl.
“All over yourself!!”
“Where?” is the growl.
“Everywhere!!!”
A breathless gasp submits to a guttural groan.
Ecstasy dissipates with violent contractions.
Carnal secretions spring forth, as he wantonly displays his release.
Ample precipitation, cascading from brow and body.
Unnngh Fuck.
But, no. Not one fuck is given.
As he lay trembling in a puddle of lust and cum.
Sated by fleeting connection;
A shuddering orgasm shared with a stranger.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/67cuxa/a_shuddering_orgasm_shared_with_a_stranger