My hands. Your neck.
Get the fuck over here and let me squeeze while you lose your sense of where you are at in this world.
It’s a beautiful thing to share. Seeing you go from a state of mind where you love how good it feels, to a zombie-like state, when I squeeze and drive myself deep inside you.
You used to think my hands on your neck during sex was a bit too far. Now you can’t fathom my hand not being there.
Deep inside you. Hitting your end and you drift away into subspace and I get to see you in this beautiful surreal reality as your oxygen drops and your endorphins rush your body.
I am just the usher but my lord it is amazing to take you to this new headspace. Your body comes back to me with an epic jolt when the orgasm hits you and I see you shaking like a leaf.
You are in a way, embracing being held in a confined space while I wreck you. You cannot move even if you wanted to. You are frozen, locked up, in your own head.
You are embracing claustrophobia.
And you look like an angel doing it.
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