“You are aroused, aren’t you? But not in a usual way. It’s like a liquid electricity. A mix of fear, wonder, and exhilaration. Like birth and death morphing one into the other and back again.”
“Yes.”
“You are leaking. Like you are weeping for this culmination. As if you would transform into absolution, pure energy, if only you could experience this one monumental thing.”
“Y-Yes.”
“Close your eyes and move your hips to the currents of what you are feeling. Forget I am here. Sway with it. Slowly ease forward. Seek with the growing, surging energy of your cock. Become the embodiment of your desires. Don’t fight the throbbing. Don’t resist the intimate outline that I can see becoming defined in your pants. Let it pour out of you. Let it ignite.”
“Ohhhhh….”
“You can see yourself. Naked. You want to become a mountain, arched, with your cock upward as the pinnacle, like the roof of heaven, like a lightning rod. You want to thrust your cock into the air and let it swell, let it radiate with molten heat. You want the world to see and feast its eyes on the beauty of your cock and its arousal. You can barely breathe under the weight of such precious need…. So you will go to the place I have prepared for you. You will reveal the glory of your nakedness and drape yourself over the pillowed arch that I have created. You will thrust your cock just as I have freed the image from your mind.”