plastic

It starts out like a tickle. Just at first. Then it slowly builds up.

Your heart starts to race and your mind is blank. I’m talking, completely blank. A thought can’t come to you, and a flash of light that seems to last for hours.

You expect it coming, but you can’t control it. Almost painful, yet pleasurable. You can feel your muscles contract in a steady beat, there’s a rhythm to it. You can’t count the beats, but your body can. It sets its own tempo, it’s own style.

Over the course of the split second session, your breathing has changed. At first it was slow and steady… then faster, and faster. Once this moment happened, you couldn’t breathe. Time froze. You froze.

This is it. Your body has no control as you do a lovely dance of mild convulsions of passion. It’s almost like a heart attack. Your fingers curl on their own, then relax. You dig your nails into anything that’s near, anything that’s soft, anything that can take the explosion inside you.

Finally that flash of light disappears. It came just as soon as it went. Sound familiar?

He smiles down at you and you up at him. A kiss on the lips between heaving breathing. It was good while it lasted… wait a second…

Is he snoring?

You sigh to yourself and roll over. There’s more yet, don’t give up. Who knew vibrating plastic could be so… caring? A wicked smile crosses your mouth.

Plastic. It could save your life.