Alas for me, I’ve fallen just short of the elusive mystic peak I’d felt approaching, cheated of transcendence by biological imperatives. Nevertheless as Empress collapses atop me in an exhaustion that is as much emotional as it is physical I weep not with disappointment but with an amazed excess of experience.
Empress Kimiko was right again of course; after all, Empress Kimiko knows best. This kind of violently degrading s*x between us not only epitomizes our relationship, it clearly holds far more potential for easing my orgasm-less torment than even Mistress Aiko pissing in my face. Not wanting Empress to misinterpret my weeping, I struggle to gain control of myself and manage it just as she at last stirs atop me.
From resting her head beside mine on the pillow Empress Kimiko rises to
