BitaTruble
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Joined: 1/12/2006 From: Texas Status: offline
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mmmm.. the point where the pain is no longer a sensation at all merely a fact that it was the vehicle which took you from point A to point B and has been temporarily suspended... when the body stops reacting to its surroundings and absorbs only some far away impact touched on by a consciousness which is exploring all there is and aware of the impact on some non-corporeal level but, like a child who is easily distracted, off again in a wink to some other bright and shiny which attracts its attention.. you know off in the distance where you reside, the blows are coming harder and more often .. you are swirling in such a vast space.. and yes, a vast colorful space .. I do love it. Himself doesn't stop paining me when I reach subspace, it just stops being pain and he fly's with me getting that giddy energy that continues to drive him as well so that neither of us want it to end. I don't, necessarily need to let go in order to get there.. it happens when it happens and when it doesn't, it doesn't and I go some place different.. more like horndog heaven where, gawds, I want to be fucked so bad that I think I'll die if it doesn't happen. Of course, I don't, I just want to. I think that's when Himself feels the most powerful, when he can leave me a sniveling, begging mass of flesh and laugh at me when he denies my begging. Bastard. ::chuckles:: OK, that didn't help, but I'm smiling right now so it was worth writing. lol Celeste
< Message edited by BitaTruble -- 4/24/2006 12:04:24 PM >
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