Orgasm is not the end — it is the beginning. I want you to come, so your body keeps moving inside me, so I feel you becoming more sensitive, almost painfully responsive to every movement of mine. When you have already come but I still move on you — that is the sweetest torture, every breath sending a convulsion through your body, when you can't take it anymore, but I keep going. I want to see your eyes — begging for mercy and begging for more at the same time, because you don't want this to stop. Your sensitivity after orgasm is not weakness — it is your most honest reaction, and I want to explore it to the end, to the last spasm, to the last breath. I will push you to the edge where pleasure borders on pain, and you won't know whether you want to stop me or beg me to continue. With me, you don't just come — you keep feeling. And you will never know when it ends.
