Extacy!
Pure Extacy!!
This is what I imagine taking drugs feels like.
High up on cloud nine, floating in a perpetual river of bliss. My Shadow is playing on my body like a finely tuned instrument. I feel like a violin with him running magic fingers over my strings. Pulling and pushing me into a chorus. A pressure settles deep inside of me begging to be set free. The waterfall that has been flooding out of me wants the dam to be demolished; to let it flow without consequence.
To imagine this is the feeling I have denied myself all this time?
I never want it to end; but then I kind of do, because the pressure has become far too much for me to handle. I feel ready to combust from too much pleasure. When I finally c*m, I see stars behind my eyes. It feels so good I never want it to en
