How I Come

I have heard descriptions of how men cum, and  I know how it seems to me and what I have been told about all that glorious hot white lava flow I love so much.

"like a thousand shimmering points of light speeding toward one destination."

"twists my thoughts. My rational mind drifts away, and I briefly imagine sparks resulting from the friction between us-they turn into a parade of stars that march up my spine. Once they reach my head they take turns stabbing at at the pleasure centers of my brain."

"white noise followed by rush then static"

These descriptions are close to what I feel too, particularly if it is one of those straightforward sturdy cums, where I am riding your solid cock, bouncing, riding up reaching the tip–then back down filling you back into me while I manipulate my clit to that point, where I am going to come. Sometimes I can get vocal, grunting and growling…
"oh oh I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum."
pleading with myself and your cock.
"oh insert your name here, and again here. oh oh yeah."
I might curse at you, sometime I have a foul mouth.
"fuck you, oh fuck you. you feel so fucking good. damn you."

There is a strong build up in the brain, the same white noise fills my head I can no longer focus, my pussy opens wide and then I come and I can come again from this same position and usually do. This is my standard, me riding and cumming on top of you, it is fail safe, It works and works well and I can keep it up as long as you can. I especially like riding it out, not letting myself come down, but to just continue through until the next wave of orgasm. By the fourth one the cum comes painfully, like my head is about to explode, but when that release does hit, it is all consuming and body collapsing, cock squeezing, and pussy pulsating.

Ah…but it is those cums that you give me that almost scare me, sometime I have even protested.
"no please, no I'm not ready, no no"
All the while my lips and words say no, but my body–as always– betrays my mind, my hips raise up meeting your fingers.

It is the kind cum that almost make me afraid, I become that woman so rarely there, the one that will have no choice but to let go under your hand. I fear how much I might cum, or what I might say, or that I might even shed a tear of fuck me pleasure. My limber thighs drop, spread open wide…my lips to pass that sigh of Oh fuck yeah. That fear, anxiety subsides to the need. My hands dropping on to the back of your head, wanting you to stay there until I flow, until the fear passes. My palms to thighs, trying to spread myself open to get even more you in, which is not possible, but I try anyway, my ass lifting to greet each lap. When those two fingers enter into my pussy, not aggressive, but searching. Searching for that spot, that spot that makes me fall in love with you, if only for that moment. You slowly pull it out of me from the inside out.

The fear of cover you in my gloss runs through my mind, I cum a lot. When you hit that spot–my body turns electric from the core out–nothing is my own anymore, every part of me would be yours to do with as you please. My cries out would be yours, my wet aching folds of puffy flesh– yours. That look in my eyes, not mine, some other person filled with that electricity–would be yours. The cum dripping down my thighs and onto your fingers, in your palm, tongue, mouth…all yours. Only when you enter me and cover yourself with all that wet and feed it back to me would it become mine again, only after I taste it off your cock.

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