raininjuarez:There are times when it nearly becomes too much. Too much to take in. Too much
raininjuarez: There are times when it nearly becomes too much. Too much to take in. Too much to process. The feel of her skin against yours. Her silk sliding on your fur. Her warmth. The strain of her frame. The salt of her skin. The sound of her breathing … .slow and measured and rich with anticipation. Then shallow and quick and catching. The rumble. The gasp. The whimper. The scent of her desire. Desire accreting sensations to become need. Your senses laboring just to take it all in … to appreciate this moment of perfection. You want to put a pin in this moment. To remember every detail. To separate out the individual sensations and catalog them. To download this pleasure file for when the night is long and the bed is cold. You want to bathe in it now, but also to lock it away. To make a keepsake. Life is fleeting. Pleasure wanes. Hold on. Hold on tight. But cognition fails. Higher order thinking is impossible. Only the lizard brain functions. The brain stem works; everything else shuts off. All of the other beauty you have known fades, becomes inaccessible, beyond this impenetrable weave of pleasure. Only this exists. Only this. Only this. Only this. -- source link