And it all goes blank after that. My paralyzed body is as irresponsive as ever, and I suspect that even if I was able to move, there would be nowhere to gather the strength from. Everything just seems so... distant now. The places I visit, the people I know, my daily routine... all so very far away. As if everything that was part of me was being drained along with the juices that flow from between my legs. And inside all of this blissful emptiness, something new awakes inside of me. It feels similar to happiness, but it also feels like dissatisfaction, as if I had too much of something, and I still want to have more.
I can move my fingers a little now. In the midst of this silence, I notice for the first time, that I have been lying on a bed all along. My fingers weakly grip the bed sheets, as if following an order I issued long ago.
Suddenly, something makes its way into me, but unlike the other times this has happened just now, whatever made its way inside of me is not slight or soft. But the fact is, I am so wet, that it doesn't even matter. Then it starts to move forwards and backwards, and I feel a pair of hips constantly make contact with mine. Whatever is moving inside of me is too big and ithurts, despite of all the lubrication... it's unmistakable, this is... this has to be a penis. But how, or why? I thought whoever was here with me was a woman, not a man, how is this possible?
Soon my thoughts are completely overridden; whatever this awkward sensation is, it feels strangely familiar. Her lips crawl closer, closing the distance to my own lips, and once they reach their destination, they let the tongue be the first one to taste my lips again, just moments before they drain every ounce of strength and sanity left within me. It's like every inch in my body has given in to the pleasure. This fills me with infinite warmth... Or rather, her body is really close to mine. Although I cannot see, I can tell one of her arms is next to my shoulder, supporting her body, the hand on her other arm caresses my head as it plays with my hair. Her head, slowly draining all the breath away from me. The sweat drops that fall on top of my body mix with my own sweat. Her hips keep on pushing my legs open... But is she really a woman? What is going on? Either way, I have no business thinking about this. All of my body desires for more, this is no moment to think about something like that. However familiar this whole situation is, I can't remember anything similar to this in my life. Or do I? No, no, I should just lie in bed and be a good doll. Doll... a doll... Someone used to call me like that long ago. I am sure of it. But who was it?
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My eyes were wide open back then. I was in my room. The breath of someone was softly whispering to my ears. These eyes... yes, I am staring into the eyes of my dad. He came to my room today to teach me about things I had never seen or felt before. My legs were wide open and my dad was pounding them. Mom said that dad could no longer stay with us, but he came home while mom wasn't around, to spend some hours with his doll for the last time. That is what he used to call me all the time; I was his doll and his only. I would not let anyone else call me the same, for only he was my beloved one. Instinctively, my hips rejected the sensation that forced itself in without restraints, hurting them in the process. But what kind of doll was I to reject the desires of the only person in this world that ever listened to me? The only person who always had answers to my questions, suggestions to my problems, the right words for the most despairing moments? He would always come to me and hug me so tightly, as if he never wanted to let go of me. And I never wanted to let go of him. Accepting him for the last time was the least I could have done for him back then. And he seemed pleased by my submission, pleased to see such an obedient doll at his disposal, and I was happy to be of use to him. The constant cries that escaped my throat because of the pain made me feel guilty, and as if punishing me for moaning, my dad started to push stronger and deeper. And even then, a completely new feeling arose from inside of me... Something that was growing little by little, until it became noticeable enough, completely overriding the feeling of pain. Dad was moving faster, and as he moved faster, I felt as if I was going to break at the same time I felt something unstoppable and indescribable coming from my lower body. Not before long, it became evident that our bodies had reached their limit... My entire body was trembling in passion and pleasure, and so was the body of my dad. In that short moment, he stared down into the eyes of his doll, with a wide smile on his face, which was quickly fading out and turning blurry, before it all goes completely black... I passed out from exhaustion.
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