Post-orgasm: Bittersweet memories

I just came twice. To you. Deep inside me.

When I am home alone I can be loud.
Moaning freely, not having to worry about anyone overhearing.

I pushed my toy, the large dildo, as deeply inside me as I could.
My body kept pushing it out.
I whispered to myself, “please give me all of it. I want you.”
The words triggered a memory and it sent a tingle through my body.

I shivered.

I knew my orgasm was near.

My pussy is throbbing.
The toy is slippery.
My hands are shaking.
I can barely keep up the rhythm I need.

“Ohhhh, my King…yes….please. Keep going,” I beg.

I imagined you on top. My legs spread widely, pressed back to the bed. Allowing you to drive into me all the way.

You find **the spot.**

You hold it there and sink into me.

My breath quickens, my head kicks back, and then you push in even more.

At that moment, my body gives into you and I gush all over **us.**

Squirting onto your chest.
My body is writhing in pleasure.

I can’t take it anymore.

But you don’t let me squirm away.

The weight of your body on top of mine consumes me.

I feel the heat between us.

Wet, warm, love.

This is what I fantasize about. When I touch myself; I reminisce of you.

[Post-orgasm, bittersweet blues.](https://imgur.com/a/ADYzj72)

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