Together they are an efficient pair, forcing a balance between pressure and intensity. More efficient than I want, and my body rushes toward climax. I force myself to pull back. I'm on the brink of the first spasm. I can feel the blooming warmth in my pelvis as its about to happen. But it's much, much too soon.
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I need to feel this, to enjoy it. I want to revel in the ability of my body to create such pleasure. Slow it down. Pull back. I take the vibe away and slip the glass out and between my lips again. My cunt is hot and wet, and the juices coat my lips. Now I circle the glass tip around my clit, push it back and forth to keep the pressure on but the intensity off. The moment has passed, and I go back to my old faithful combo, forcing myself to the edge and back again and again.
When it's time, when I know that the heat is overtaking me, I press ever harder, wanting to wrench the most, the best feeling from this moment. And in the moment just before I clench tightly around the glass impaling me I squirt. Just a little, just enough to know how far I can push myself when I really, really want it.
And thanks to Miss Rebecca Bond for the writing prompt that got this post started.