Fuck Iambic Pentameter

"Fuck iambic pentameter, I just wanna cum," you whisper to yourself as you brush the tips of your fingers lightly over your keyboard without pressing down, lost in an erotic daydream but still trying desperately to figure out what rhymes with orgasm.

"Schmorgasm, blorgasm, floorgasm..."

Your mind wanders.

You're kneeling on the bed, naked, wet from your shower, eyes closed, nipples erect. Knees only a few inches apart as you feel movement behind you. A man. Kneeling with his knees on the outside of your calves.

You gasp...

...as you feel the head of his erection pressing between your thighs, high up between your thighs on that incredibly sensitive skin.

You gasp...

...as you bend your waist and immediately drop down onto your elbows.

You gasp...

...as you push your butt up into the air.

You gasp...

...as you feel the head of his completely erect penis pushing against the mouth of your vagina.

You gasp...

...as you take a deep breath, arch your back down and push backwards as hard as you can. Expecting to feel the shaft of his penis slide instantly deep up inside you.

Filling you.

Completing you.

Overwhelming you.

But, instead, he simply rocks backwards as you push.

Frustrating you.

Resigned to this sensual game, you begin to circle your hips slowly, dragging the head of his penis over the wet swollen lips of your vagina. Lost in a blizzard of sensation as you change the angle of your attack gradually until you feel your clitoris, swollen and erect, rubbing softly over the quintessential dildo beneath you. Pressing your hips down harder, rocking them back and forth slowly at first and then faster, masturbating without any shame. Gasping. Grinding. Biting on your tongue as small bolts of lightning begin exploding all over your body.

Only five seconds away from an orgasm so intense, so extreme, so violently sensual that you already know the world will end when it hits.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second.

Pushing back as hard as you can, groaning, driving his erection deep up inside yourself as the walls of your vagina begin collapsing down around it, throbbing uncontrollably. Lubrication rushing out of you, dripping down your thighs like some prediluvian flood, as all the muscles in your body begin contracting uncontrollably.

You scream.

Suddenly everything is dark.

And, as you faint, you realize that you're the one responsible for killing all the dinosaurs.