This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, it´s not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I donít like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at ASSTR? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know what you like!
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I'm going insane.
The burning I feel in my gut, behind my eyes, in my groin all crying out for releases of different sorts.
Scream therapy no longer works. A beetle has crawled into my brain, making me feel and do things that are not me. A stranger has taken residence in my body, forcing me, creating the ache I feel. And it churns and curls in me, wrapping around my fragile control, tightening and squeezing it, as a python would it prey. And I scream inside,
scream for the loss of me, wanting to get back to me...
No longer in control no longer in control...
Reaching out, grasping, crying for help. Curl up fetal style, pulling your arms tightly around me. Make me forget, make me forget what I am right now.
Hand softly stroking my hair, and I feel my body tense, feel the anger surge from no where, irrational, feelings not my own.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Anger curls, swelling and receding, leaving a miffed pressure behind my eyes, begging to be unleashed. The poisoned tears squeeze out, as my body shudders again. My brain hurts. My body aches.
I'm so tired. Tired of fighting the alien inside me. The control slips. I hate myself. Hate myself for the weakness. Hate being a stranger in my own skin. I feel the creepy crawlies take residence under my skin...nothing is comfortable. I feel jittery, as though I was on a caffeine high. I can't seem to keep still, the neural synapses snapping, begging for release.
I don't care how. Hell, I don't care who. Buy stock in Energizer, but that ain't doing it anymore either. Just fuck me. Make me forget I don't know myself. Use that power in me, make it melt away. Flip me, bounce me on the bed. Hell, invite your friends, fill me with cock from all angles, drown me, drown me in sperm. Override this monster in me, use this anger, make me scream, make me curse and act like one possessed. Make the tingle in my skin feel positive, rather than the wanderings of a soon-to-be insane mind.
No! No, don't make love to me! My feeble brain can't use it I said FUCK me. Slam my body, slide me up against the wall roughly, take my body, until my brain slows down, before exploding.
But my body doesn't care. I get a moment, perhaps two, of clear thought, before my body begs to shut my mind down again, and I am crawling over you, begging, threatening...fuck me, or someone else will. I can see you're tired, and it angers me further. Some small part in the back of my head tries to pull me back, but I don't care, all I care about is the storm inside me, my orgasm much like the eye of a hurricane, and I'm
thrown about. I've lost all control, don't want it, don't need it.
Feel myself falling, no longer aware, blissfully unaware. I close my eyes to the feeling, all that's left...no thought, no anger, no fear. And even in the midst, my body grows slack, relaxed, blessed with a mind emptied of all thought, no longer desperate, jittery.
Until the next time, which could be soon. But for a few moments, respite from the pressing insanity.
© Dryad (email@example.com) 2002