Unknown - Posed For Pleasure

In and out, in and out of herself, she plunges the vibrator, her thoughts turned, not upon Armand or even upon Steve, but upon the picture of herself using the vibrator, upon her own sense of completeness, upon the arbitrary nature of all others outside herself.

Because this, this is the true expression of her sexuality, she realizes. She wants, she needs, she ultimately desires only herself.

So that her orgasm becomes the true artifact, the desired result of her creativity here, incorporating no other.

Insert vibrator B into slot A and manipulate until orgasm C is achieved.

And now, she feels her juices flowing, feels herself becoming hotter and hotter, feels her face and chest flush, feels her nipples go erect and stiff, the glands beneath them becoming still firmer.

Higher and higher she rises, up, up, up the rainbow of her arousal, through level after level of sexual pleasure, each deeper, more thrilling than the one before.

And now, she abandons herself to herself, to her physical self, to her own voluptuousness, her own sensuality, to the picture of herself fucking herself with the vibrator, a closed universe of one.

And she knows that she will succeed, that she will go all the way like this, that nothing, nothing, nothing will interfere with her, that she will produce ,a masterpiece of an orgasm.

And now, she is coming, her hot, juicy cunt sucking the vibrator, milking it of the ultimate pleasure with the powerful contractions of her multiple orgasms.

And she is zooming and soaring through the rosy empyrean of her private sexual universe, until, at last, she drifts slowly back down to earth.

And tosses the vibrator angrily onto the floor, pressing a knuckle to her lips, tears welling in her eyes at the realization that this was no masterpiece and that she is not, after all, transformed.