The Void is as old as human conscience, that driving force that tempts the gullible into action that leads to folly. It is the voice that dares you to stick your fingers into a spinning fan; only your Protectors know it all too well and have always been there to pull you away from the chasm, close your ears to the soothing, disastrous siren’s-call. The Void has another more sensual side, wherein it is on the verge of pleasure. It is the “Event Horizon” constantly beckoning haplessly into the universe awaiting for the careless traveler to be distracted to where the scream of the Banshee is disguised as some entrancing, melodic force, hypnotizing the vagrants and tyrants alike; lulling them into a falsehood where they become prey to this ancient force.
Part of my extra-curricular research came flying through my mind at that time: Fun Fact – In the “before times”, the climax was called by many fanciful names. It was not known as it is today, through the clinical, technical terms where even school children starting at a very young age understand the physiology and functionality of our sexual organs, perhaps as young as 3rd Grade in certain parts of the country. In days of yore, the orgasm was called many things; such as “the little death” or “le petite mort ” in its native language of French, which has a more friendly resonance to it than the other terms in differing parts of the world from this medieval period. In the 1600’s, it was referenced several different ways like “Cleave the Pin” and “Breaking One’s Arrow”, whatever the heck that was supposed to describe…
I appreciate living in today’s world – a land of wonderment surrounded by information that can lead to endless rabbit holes of one’s choosing and to satiate one’s desires. I became fascinated by the clitoris since I was that young boy reading that “naughty book” with such a naïve mind. It was just a little piece of skin – didn’t really look so impressive, like it didn’t do much; It just sat at the top of the cleft like the cutest gargoyle protecting its domain.
I had seen it in pictures by that time in various states of arousal; some clitori standing tall at the top, like a mountaineer whom had just defeated an inner demon by conquering the mountain; others demure and hiding behind the curtain, like some game of “hide-and-seek” that has more intriguing rewards to offer the winner (and loser alike); and some “men in the boat” who barely revealed their presence, let alone one so actively behind the steering wheel, responsible for driving the female to heights of pleasure… that is what got me, “there has to be more to it” and, oh, boy, was I right. As you are about to find out.
“Holy Shit!”, I thought as you seemed to allow my touch to penetrate you more intimately. Allowing my hands to do my evil-brain’s bidding and enjoying the freedom of Consent that you provided non-verbally, entrusting me with the results that I was dearly anticipating. I know that you had been judging my potential bedroom skills this whole time, trying to tease out what I would be best at once you freed me from my confines of civility.
Hands: strong, knowing, soft, kneading, guiding, lightly traipsing along your skin making it mad, like a “sneeze that just won’t snoz.” A dastardly Bandit rushing in from the dark edges of the woods to rid you of your worldly possessions. Fingertips: light, bouncing, reconnoitering your skin, finding these secret spots that light your fire, some that lay forgotten from years-past and ones that you didn’t even know existed.
Amongst all of the erogenous zones of the female anatomy, I fell in love with the Clitoris. It is like an iceberg and a foundry at the same time. The tip was the only part visible, yet the main areas lie just beneath the surface and is responsible for the amount of pleasure bestowed upon it. And a major heat source capable of reducing to liquid the mightiest of metals and able to create new alloys without noticeable effort.
Unfortunately, “Common Knowledge isn’t so common”, even some of the owners of this treasure haven’t learned that the structure is shaped like a horseshoe and drapes over the canal evenly on each side of the vagina. Like it’s male counterparts, the Clitoral structure is composed of erectile tissue that can become engorged just as well as it’s more visible male brethren. As it hydraulically inflates, it alters everything around it by reducing the diameter of the tunnel it guards, it’s ballooning effect has a similar function to tighten the skin in the surrounding area.
The result is increasing the tension and heightening the nerve conduction making the area more pronounced – albeit by millimeters, but that is enough to make a massive change in the feelings that the nerve bundles produce sending at light-speed to the brain. Last but not least, the more that this erogenous zone becomes aroused, so do the lubrication glands preparing her mistress to receive the mighty sword with just one swipe.
Because of the position that you were in, butt-up and belly-down, it’s the perfect position for me to “play my music.” Oh, what a sweet sound you made! Your being is a beautiful instrument of feminine arousal. As I made more pronounced gestures around your pleasure palace, exacting movements expertly delivered to arouse your inner lady before your outer lady knew what was going on. If you were wearing underwear, it would’ve been rendered inconsequential by this time, completely drenched with good reason. I have been making love to you with my sub-conscience since my hands first touched you.
Wishing arousal upon you, thinking of intimate connections, demanding that the Lady prepares for the Lord’s welcome. I wanted to actually be able to see your peach pulsate once I could coax your thighs apart just a little more. As your legs parted, I had more of an opening, which is when I enjoyed the aroma of arousal produced all of this time: Strong, but in a great way; Powerful, but not overbearing; Feminine, reminding the lizard brain within our phycology that there are indeed reasons why females are the greater sex.
The scent was mesmerizing, intoxicating, and had an immediate effect on me – you wouldn’t have gotten a different result had you injected a bottle of Viagra directly into my bloodstream. The effect was that my shaft became Immediately rigid, I could feel the muscles of my cock begin to strain against the flesh attempting vainly to withhold that powerful force. During a hand stroke, it pushed against your thigh as I used any excuse to reach across your body making contact. You had a wise look about you when we met, so most likely knew what I was doing, my tricks weren’t working because you welcomed the contact. It helped to drive your kitty wild with lust. Hips gyrating, thighs opening and closing in the most minute way attempting to capture my free flowing hand in its grip. The warmth coming off of your pelvic region felt amazing in my hands.
We’re trying to portray Icarus and his ill-begotten flight too close to the sun. Similar to his outcome, I had no choice but to succumb to the effects of close proximity of your lustful heat. I made sure to set my hands appropriately to gain my control on my instrument of desire and depending on placement, just as a trained maestro can play many instruments, each with equal proficiency. In my mind, and in this instance this, I wanted to play you like a classically trained violinist beautifully interacting with their instrument.