The Secret Journey by Paul Christian

experience.
That’s the rush for me, honey, that’s what makes this work for me
here in my sultry, steamy summer night. I know you’re there, right
there, on the other side of this page, the other end of this phone,
the other end of this road, the other side of the door.
    Yeah, you’re real for me, honey, you’re there
and yes, you have gotten to the tender side of me, for just this
instant you have tamed the beast. And yes, I’m here and my tongue
is right on that magical spot, urgent, insistent. Yeah, I’m going
to get what I want from you. And you are split, spread, swollen,
slippery, so aroused you can’t even think straight. So say it
honey. Say “Yes,” for me, say “Please,” say those words, those
magic words, over and over and over, say them loud, say them with
every stroke.
    “Yes.”
    “Please. ”
    Rythmic.
    “Yes.”
    “Please.”
    Steady.
    “Yes.”
    “Please.”
    Harder.
    Yeah, do it harder, honey, do it faster. Do
it honey, and feel my tongue as you stroke your clit, ready now,
feel the orgasm building up. Feel your womb get tight, feel your
cunt throb, feel your clit swell to bursting. Just because it’s
tender doesn’t mean it’s not intense. Do it, honey, give it to me,
legs spread wide and wider, get your cunt open, get your soul open,
thrust your hips up, make yourself your own sacramental sex altar,
let me worship at your temple, let me take you where you so much
need to go.
    “Yes.”
    “Please.”
    Say it.
    “Yes.”
    “Please.”
    Stroke it.
    “Yes.”
    “Please.”
    Fuck it.
    Oh yeah, honey. Harder now and faster. I want
it for you so much, I’m going to make you come so hard, just let it
all go because you can’t hold on to it any longer, just let the
pleasure sweep your body, let your cunt explode, just be it, feel
it, do it, fuck it. Can you see yourself as I see you, like Eve,
the original woman, the original beauty, passion made flesh and
flesh made passion. Do you know how precious you are to me honey,
do you know how much I need you right now? Come on honey, give it
up for me, pump your hips, get your legs even wider and give it up.
It’s coming now, coming fast, your orgasm is there, right there
honey, and it’s going to happen right now.
    Now! Now honey, release it, ride it, scream
it out, let it consume you, consecrate you, purify you. And you are
so beautiful like this, honey, you are my everything right now.
Pump it hard, honey, feel the contractions, feel the rush, feel how
right it is like this. You are your cunt now, honey. Feel
the tingle in your nipples, feel the throb in your clit. Breathe
for me, honey, in and out, deep and regular. God you are so
beautiful. Breathe and feel it, shudder through it, buck and spasm.
Be all woman for me, be all women. Show me how you are when you let
go. Do it. Now!
    And when you’re done, when you’re finished,
once every silver streak of pleasure has been milked from your
contracting womb, once every last thrill and tingle has come
through your body, then come down for me, honey. Let your body go
limp, let your muscles relax and let me see you in that beautiful
state of after-orgasm, your skin glowing, flushed, your eyes lidded
heavy now in the aftermath, the smell of your sex filling the room.
Breathe deep, honey. Let it wash you away, and you can lie there
and feel me next to you.
    Let me brush the hair from your eyes and hold
you, honey. Let me lie with you a little while. Tell me how it was
honey, and kiss me with affection. Let me talk about what I’ve
learned from life, let me listen to your stories. Let me hear your
heartbeat with my head against your breast.
    Can I get you something, honey? Water, wine,
milk or mangoes? Ice cream, whipped cream, or simply whipped until
you cream? Pain or pleasure, lace or leather, tell me your
favourite. Food, flesh or fantasy, there’s nothing I won’t bring
for you. Are you still surprised, honey, that I can choose to be
tender? I’m a real person honey, I’m more than