I lay down around midnight.
Master Time decided to leave me by my lonesome for a bit; he tipped his hat and sneaked out the door.
Goddess, what bliss. After a session like that, who still looks for the Super-O to come calling?
Huh. My hand shakes. What do you know?
A pillow befriended my face, lest I wake those in eternal slumber.
Near the end, it felt like it tickled my lungs. How did a piece of plastic grow two feet in length?
It also felt about as big around as my heart, and I can't explain that, either. Magic?
I didn't weep, not quite, but my eyes watered and I almost burst into a fit of tuneless humming.
Wonder of wonders, beauty never ceases to amaze me.
Mistress Peridise, I love you.
-PQ
Pure poetry my friend.
I lay down around midnight.
Master Time decided to leave me by my lonesome for a bit; he tipped his hat and sneaked out the door.
Goddess, what bliss. After a session like that, who still looks for the Super-O to come calling?
Huh. My hand shakes. What do you know?
A pillow befriended my face, lest I wake those in eternal slumber.
Near the end, it felt like it tickled my lungs. How did a piece of plastic grow two feet in length?
It also felt about as big around as my heart, and I can't explain that, either. Magic?
I didn't weep, not quite, but my eyes watered and I almost burst into a fit of tuneless humming.
Wonder of wonders, beauty never ceases to amaze me.
Mistress Peridise, I love you.
-PQ
Magnificent!
BF Mayfield
That sensation of an Aneros seeming to grow is really something. When my only Aneros was an MGX, there were sessions where it felt like it was two and a half inches wide, and ten inches long.
Wow...what a poetic post.
It is difficult, if not impossible to conjure up the words to describe the experience of Aneros bliss.
I have experienced the "growing" Aneros feeling, and it's sublime. I've had it with all my models, but most recently with my Eupho! The smallest of the toys.
Great post, man. Just great.
Cockadoodle
Thanks for the compliments. I feel a bit bashful for accepting any kind of praise for this, because I only intended to share a bit of what I felt, and not necessarily to pen a poem. I don't really consider this a poem, at least, not something I would slip into a journal or keepsake book and hold on to. But all the same, thanks for finding some beauty in my addle-brained ramblings.
@hula and Cockadoodle: That growing sensation really did shock me, but I just went with it. I still say it has something to do with magic. 😉