Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Without hesitation, Henn peels off his clothes. When we’re both naked, he climbs onto the bed and picks up the control box, while I straddle the machine and place the tip of the dildo at my entrance.
“Don’t start anything moving until I say,” I whisper.
“You’re in charge,” he replies, his voice as strained as his hard penis.
I close my eyes and take the tip of the dildo inside me, and when I open my eyes and behold Henn’s excited face, it’s all I need to take in the rest. This adorable, generous man has showered me with gifts and grand gestures for months. It’s his turn to be on the receiving end of an amazing gift now.
I settle into the saddle with the dildo inside me and my clit pressed firmly against the rubber pad. From what I understand, the dildo inside me will swipe methodically at my G-spot, as slowly or quickly as desired, while the pad vibrates, ever-so slightly or as powerfully as a small jet engine. My choice. According to the internet and also that guy at the sex shop, the combination of the two kinds of stimulation, once set to whatever velocity works best for me, will create a sweet spot of pleasure that will supposedly pull multiple, intense orgasms out of me, one after another in a cascading domino effect, until I literally can’t take it any longer. Apparently, not all women can achieve the desired domino effect, despite their best efforts, but even if that’s not achievable, I’ll surely nonetheless experience an orgasm unlike anything I’ve felt before.
“Okay, turn on the vibrating pad,” I whisper. “Lowest setting.”
Henn turns a dial, and a low vibration awakens my clit.
“Whoa.” Reflexively, I back off the rubber pad. But after taking a deep breath, resume my position and settle into it. “Oh, that feels good. A little more.”
Henn nudges the dial.
“More.”
“Look at you go. Already a pro.”
“Wow. That’s nice. This will probably get me there, all on its own.”
“Yeah, but that’s not the goal. The whole point is to get you to experience a full-body orgasm. For that, we need the dildo to do its part, too, at the same time.”
I take a couple deep breaths. “Okay, then, let’s . . .” Before I can get the end of my sentence out, a small orgasm unexpectedly ripples through me, making me moan. “Oh my god. I just came,” I announce.
“Holy shit.” Henn’s hard cock visibly twitches. With a shuddering exhale, he crawls to me, control box in hand, and kisses me deeply, and I return his kiss with fiery passion. Certainly, in the long history of Sybian riders, what just happened to me was the equivalent of me making it down the bunny slope at an Olympic downhill event. But still, it broke the seal for me, so to speak, enough to realize I can do this. I can have an orgasm in front of Henn, live and in person, with the lights on and my body fully bared and the framing not controlled. Yeah, I can definitely do this and thoroughly enjoy it, too.
“Yeehaw,” I whisper into Henn’s lips. “Let’s keep going. Turn it back on. Keep the vibrator at the same level and turn on the dildo to low.”
“You’ve got it, cowgirl.” Henn settles back next to the machine and turns a dial, and everything I’ve asked for becomes a reality. Over and over again, the dildo swipes at a pinpoint location inside me while the vibrating pad continues its delicious, lowkey work on my clit.
“Oh, jeez,” I say, as pressure quickly begins building inside my lower abdomen. “This is wild. Oh, shit. The pressure inside me is getting intense.”
“Try not to lean forward,” Henn remarks, his dark eyes burning. There’s pre-cum beaded on the tip of his dick now, I can’t help noticing. Clearly, he’s already thoroughly turned on. “Don’t try to relieve the pressure,” he says. “Push through it, if you can. That’s the advice in chat rooms.”
Chat rooms? Oh, Henny.
I follow his instructions and suddenly feel my insides warp like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s like two elevator doors are trying to slam shut, but something is making them glitch.
“Something’s happening to me,” I report. “Something’s gaining momentum inside me. Something big. Oh my god. This feels . . . crazy.”
“Crazy good?”
“Not sure yet. Oh, wow. Yes. I think so.”
Henn crawls to me and swirls his tongue against my hard nipple as I continue riding, making me moan from the depths of my core. At my reaction, he nibbles on my nipple, this time making me groan so loudly, he echoes my groans in reply.
“More,” I choke out.
“On which?”
“Both. Everything. More.”
Henn touches the control box, and the force of vibration on the rubber pad and speed of the dildo swirling inside me increase. Almost instantly, a strangled sound lurches out of me. My skin erupts with goosebumps. Sweat forms on my brow. Pressure shifts inside my ear canals, like I’ve suddenly reached a different altitude.