Every sensation was too much, and i could tell how much my state effected him. I didn't know if i could even handle one round, let alone the several his look promised. The pain of the height of pleasure i'd felt still hovered around the edges of this sensation and too clearly i could remember how lost i had been.
You hear those who talk about a pleasure that makes you forget your name. This went beyond that. In those moments, i could not remember my name because i had none. I had been completely unmade, ripped apart sweetly and made nameless, genderless.
Existing as nothing but a vessel for pleasure...