Short Stories

Sexual Earthquake


Rapid thrusts like tectonic platesBodies vibrating like an earthquake

Screams of pleasure

Hands scrambling to grasp

Ahold of something to hold on

Breath short after what seemed like a marathon

Juices flowing like Niagara

Ecstasy overcomes like being high in the clouds

Heaven bound, deep euphoria

Entranced by the emotions,

The electricity, the passion,

The aura

Then it stops

But it’s not over

There’s always an aftershock.

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