Woman on Wire

We were fucking like we normally do, which is to say kind of frantically, a little painfully, a bit desperate and highly improvisational. I never know what to expect with him. The last time we were together he managed somehow to have a multiple orgasms, which I didn't even think was possible for a man.

We've sometimes planned thing out, had goals for a particular evening, but for the most part we tend to fuck like neither of us has had sex in years and may never have sex again. The calm, civilized conversation ends, the beast comes out along with his cock, my eyes glaze over and all I can think is, "That should go somewhere inside of me." And the more urgent and aching for it he is, the more I am. I like it when someone is desperate for me, when someone can't wait a second longer to touch me. I like that glaze over the eyes. It's probably why I like rape fantasies.

So we're fucking, when rather abruptly he pulls his cock out of me and climbs over my body to reach the open top drawer of my bedside table, the one with the condoms and lube and my trusty pocket vibe. He grabbed the vibe, twisted it on and half lying on top of me, pressed the vibe to my clit as he pressed his body on top of mine. I was close already and with the sudden over stimulation it didn't take me long to come. I thrust my hips up to meet the vibe and he held me tight, his back to me, his arms wrapped tight around my body. I groaned and shuddered and felt my heartbeat start to slow down. I shifted my hips away from the vibe, or tried to rather as I came down from the orgasm, but he tightened his grip like a boa constrictor and kept the vibe fixed on my clit. I wriggled my legs, trying to get away when they next orgasm came... and the next, and the next…

I was crying at this point, the pleasure was shifting into, not pain exactly, but just... too much. I fought him, pounded on his back and tried to shove him off me, but he was too strong and way too determined. Then just I gave up. I whimpered and moaned and brought the back of my hand to my forehead like a damsel in distress, which I kind of was. There was a constant flow of fluid from my cunt and I just went limp thinking how long could this go on? Would my clit eventually just go numb like a leg that had fallen asleep? Would I pass out? Could you die from this?

I saw Man on Wire a while ago and there's an incredible shot of Philippe Petit taking that first step on the wire between the towers, that very first step between solid ground and nothingness.

I feel like I always have one foot on the wire and one foot on roof. I want to take my other foot off of the roof.

I've taken the nose dive a couple of times. Once was with someone I care very much for, who cares very much for me. The other time was a one-night stand who's last name I never caught.

I don't play as much as I'd like to. It's not because I haven't wanted to, I'm just a lot more selective of who I play with these days. I don't have much interest in the occasional pick-up scene or demo-bottoming. I only want people who like me to hurt me. But more than that I want someone who loves me to push me off the roof.

When he finally let go of me and turned off the vibe, I shuddered and gasped for breath and wiped my eyes. He pulled me up close to his chest and wrapped his arms around me, not quite as tight this time. We cuddled like that for a while, catching our breath and soon we were talking about politics and the economy. My cunt kept making those gasping spasms and my clit kept pulsing like it was reaching out for more, still not completely satisfied.