When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. -JM
When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. -JM
I would imagine being tied up and put in a haystack while someone put the dry, stale straw ablaze. I would picture it perfectly while rocking on my hand. The daydream was about struggling to get free while the fire burned hotter and closer. I am not sure if I came when the fire reached me or after I had imagined escaping it. But I came. I orgasmed on my hand to the dream of fire.
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