INTOXICATED ECSTASY
Last Thursday, I went to look for Jim, and spent an earth-shaking 2 hours with him.
There's just something about Jim. The way he sends my heart racing and pumping madly, with the accompaniment of violent gushing of blood to my brain, the shortness of breath and, not forgetting, the exciting adrenaline rush that can never be aptly and justifiably expressed in words. He makes me go all jelly. He makes me high!
There is just something domineering about Jim. He overpowers me easily, overwhelms me senselessly, and gains control over me assertively; making me feel like a submissive little woman once again. Personally, I like being given the role of the little lady; and have an unexplainable soft spot for men who are assertive and firm. AND Oh! My Jim. He makes it pristine clear - from the very start - who's boss. AND I LOVE IT.
He pushes my limits; with the sole aim of bringing me to a higher climax. He leads me to places unimaginable; a higher level of intoxicated, ecstatic pleasure that totally blows my mind away.
He challenges my stamina, while at the same time being mindful about not letting me over-exert myself. Like a protector, he watches out for me vigilantly. He complements me, and thoughtfully adjusts himself to accommodate me. Too fast, and he slows down. Too hard, and he eases the force. We bond together, and move rhythmically in unison as one; towards a common purpose with joined hearts. We are created and made for each other. Jim and I, we're an item.
The thumping heart. The racing mind. The numbing of the senses. The shortness of breath. The flushed face. The slick, wet body. The adrenaline rush. The climax. Pumping. Pumping. And pumping. Oh! The pleasure of it all! Every inch of my fiber writhe in distress; but yet, at the same time, hungrily lap up the ecstatic experience of it all and yearn deeply for more of him; more of Jim.
And at the end of each breath-taking and mind-numbing session, my limbs went all jelly. Literally.
He was done, but I always end up begging for more. He has this vigor and vitality in him that always leave me hungry for more. And my Jim, he always obliges. He never refuses any of my requests, but dutifully and lovingly and patiently fills up the needs in me.
I feel so complete. Jim always makes me sooo satisfied. He makes a satisfied, complete woman out of me. I crave helplessly for Jim like a drug. He makes me want to crawl back for more. The thumping heart. The racing mind. The numbing of the senses. The shortness of breath. The flushed face. The slick, wet body. The adrenaline rush. The climax. Pumping. Pumping. And pumping. Oh!
Oh! My heart!
I'm falling into the bottomless abyss of love. With Jim.
I'm definitely going back to him one of these days soon, for another session of ecstatic, erotic escapade.
P.S. Ok, ever since this post, quite a number of people have come up with their own postulations. Once and for all, I clarify:
1) No, I'm not attached, and
2) No, it's NOT a vibrator.
What are you guys thinking?! Honestly!
Last Thursday, I went to look for Jim, and spent an earth-shaking 2 hours with him.
There's just something about Jim. The way he sends my heart racing and pumping madly, with the accompaniment of violent gushing of blood to my brain, the shortness of breath and, not forgetting, the exciting adrenaline rush that can never be aptly and justifiably expressed in words. He makes me go all jelly. He makes me high!
There is just something domineering about Jim. He overpowers me easily, overwhelms me senselessly, and gains control over me assertively; making me feel like a submissive little woman once again. Personally, I like being given the role of the little lady; and have an unexplainable soft spot for men who are assertive and firm. AND Oh! My Jim. He makes it pristine clear - from the very start - who's boss. AND I LOVE IT.
He pushes my limits; with the sole aim of bringing me to a higher climax. He leads me to places unimaginable; a higher level of intoxicated, ecstatic pleasure that totally blows my mind away.
He challenges my stamina, while at the same time being mindful about not letting me over-exert myself. Like a protector, he watches out for me vigilantly. He complements me, and thoughtfully adjusts himself to accommodate me. Too fast, and he slows down. Too hard, and he eases the force. We bond together, and move rhythmically in unison as one; towards a common purpose with joined hearts. We are created and made for each other. Jim and I, we're an item.
The thumping heart. The racing mind. The numbing of the senses. The shortness of breath. The flushed face. The slick, wet body. The adrenaline rush. The climax. Pumping. Pumping. And pumping. Oh! The pleasure of it all! Every inch of my fiber writhe in distress; but yet, at the same time, hungrily lap up the ecstatic experience of it all and yearn deeply for more of him; more of Jim.
And at the end of each breath-taking and mind-numbing session, my limbs went all jelly. Literally.
He was done, but I always end up begging for more. He has this vigor and vitality in him that always leave me hungry for more. And my Jim, he always obliges. He never refuses any of my requests, but dutifully and lovingly and patiently fills up the needs in me.
I feel so complete. Jim always makes me sooo satisfied. He makes a satisfied, complete woman out of me. I crave helplessly for Jim like a drug. He makes me want to crawl back for more. The thumping heart. The racing mind. The numbing of the senses. The shortness of breath. The flushed face. The slick, wet body. The adrenaline rush. The climax. Pumping. Pumping. And pumping. Oh!
Oh! My heart!
I'm falling into the bottomless abyss of love. With Jim.
I'm definitely going back to him one of these days soon, for another session of ecstatic, erotic escapade.
P.S. Ok, ever since this post, quite a number of people have come up with their own postulations. Once and for all, I clarify:
1) No, I'm not attached, and
2) No, it's NOT a vibrator.
What are you guys thinking?! Honestly!
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