“PUSH!! PUSH!! HARDER!!”, she screamed so loud that his insides started to match her frequencies. She couldn’t help but to moan louder and louder as he pushed harder and harder. His efforts didn’t satisfied her. She thought he was not giving his best.

They were together there for the past few minutes, their interest matched as they both didn’t wanted to do it for long. She wanted it to be a smooth experience not like her previous encounters, they were all rough and exhausting. But this time, it was also starting to become robust and stinging.

He pushed it harder more and more, nonetheless he was a man, strong in his actions.

He had to do what she had asked for, fulfilling her desires and put his best so that it gives satisfaction to him after he comes out and see her.

Even she did everything to pull it in, to pull harder as if she was some vacuum. She moaned every time he pushed,” AHHHHHH!!”. They both were done, they had perspired a lot. But still no sign of satisfaction flashed on either of their faces.

He thought to give it a last chance. He had a feeling that this time he would do it, he’ll be able to bring a smile on her face.

He took a deep breath and said,

" Just one more time and I’ll do it.

We can do it.”

He gave all his powers and might into it. She screamed the highest pitch this time,

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Pain and Pleasure both got mixed.

They both were successful in opening the jammed door, they did it. FINALLY!!!

By: Adin

8-28-19

At first, it’s just a casual graze.

Then comes a timid tickle around the rim,

that quickly begs for another.

Forbidden, yet no longer suppressed,

the tickle gives way to blatant thrusts,

each arriving with increasing hunger,

growing evermore forceful,

pushing,

harder,

persistent and skilled.

Her inflamed skin buzzes

with penetration now so deep.

The tip plunges with purpose

into the warmth and darkness.

She quivers, hard moans,

at the mercy of each stroke.

Just a little deeper!

Probing and hot,

rough,

wet,

the tip searches,

prodding ever deeper

to find that one spot

of scalding release.

Soon, she’s completely overtaken

with seizing senses

by pleasure that cripples her reason;

pleasure that sees in triple and quadruple.

The tip, now saturated

and, slowly withdrawn,

appears ravaged

by the most stubborn chunk

of imbedded earwax.

Freshly extracted, finally,

she could get on with her day,

with the calm of release.

I gripped my fingers together, interlacing them with a firm cupping, bringing them to my swollen and red hot lips. The sweat pours off my temple, down my neck, and across my bare chest. I had torn off my clothes in the heat of the moment, hating that I had to pause the sensations that tittilated and ravaged my lower belly. I feel another wave as I force myself hard against the rock hard surface, gyrating as my muscles contracted against my will, letting the sensations of relief and shame fill me as I leaned back limply, vulnerable in my exhausted state. My heaving breast roas eand fell in the heat. With an effort, I shouted to the heavens, “Honey! We’re out of toilet paper!”