(Writer's note: this story, a work of fiction with real life elements but no real av names, is not just about any specific friend's heartbreak, it's about everyone who has experienced such disappointments.)
CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (1)
"Celestial was a sensual, highly evolved pixel goddess in love with a mortal man lost behind an av that no longer existed."
Unhappy Celestial was abandoned by
the talented man who had been her deepest lover in Second Life. His
avatar, Sureal, had surreally poofed, and she was left to drift on the
wings of brief and shallow affaires.
When Sureal had come into her life he
seemed powerful and proved eloquent, loving her deliciously with words. But
when he left, he had said nothing. At first she role-played "plunging into impending heartbreak," but drama soon failed her. Utter lack of love, where once there had been him, wrenched her mind.
Worse was that the last time they
made love had been the best of their relationship. He
took her where she'd never been, to a pleasure room of the mind. She sucked and licked him
until she tasted that sudden, gentle surprise, the addition to her saliva of a
slightly sweetish, musky, viscous body fluid unlike any other. Her own climax felt unusually indulgent, for she had cum with only her lips and tongue on his cock, imagining it was him as she slathered adoration on her yielding, lifelike dildo. Writhing on her computer chair, she watched the screen intently, gazing at his av
thrusting his cock upwards. She realized such a hands-off climax must sound bewildering to many, but it was easy: no touching of her pussy, just
losing herself with his cock in her mouth, lapping him lusciously, slowly, then
faster, then pushing only the head of his stiffness in and out with just her lips slipping over the sensitive ridge, her tongue tickling the tiny slit where precum oozed, then plunging the length in as deep as she dared, once or twice, then back out again, according to ancient Indian tradition. On a whim, she pushed his cock into the right cheek inside her mouth so
that it protruded against and extended it, making visible to him, as he
knelt above her, the outline of his own cock pushing outward. Immersed in another world that was driving her creation of ever-hotter fantasies, she
realized that nothing in human experience signals quite as clearly one's sexual subjugation to a man as his cock making your cheek bulge in
plain sight to amuse him as he luxuriates in your mouth. Her face was willingly and lusciously distorted in the
lofty cause of his hard-on. They came and came.
Together they had been to what Celestial called a "pleasure dome of the mind," although she felt the description inadequately described all the feelings of his touch on her
quivering skin, the rubbing of her hardened nipples back and forth across the soft blond hair of
his chest. All that intense touching had propelled a dance-like, trance-like
flow of love in which both of them were caught, swimming as in an ocean
current, flailing in a passionate tide. Although wholly physical, they steadily elevated their consciousness until they effortlessly connected,
discovering they were now somewhere together, oh yes the bed was still there, but because of the incessant
thrills of contact, they encountered each other beyond the heat of sex in a state of being consisting of pure pleasure,
absorbed into the thrill of sharing pleasure. They were somehow so close that every touch by one of them was met instantly with its perfect match, that without being
aware of the change, dizzily uncaring because the pleasure was so intense, they
floated side by side in mutual minor climaxes, lots of them, creating a space,
a location in the mind where they shared overwhelming pleasure, together, mutual
orgasms making them one organism. Both knew at that moment that love had
transformed them from the physical to the spiritual, for what is a space one can
only describe as a room of raw flowing pleasure, somewhere that is engendered by, yet now beyond, the
writhing, syncing bodies, where one encounters the delicate lover in a perfect state of bliss,
other than a pleasure dome of the spirit?
Celestial had tasted both men
and women, and as she thought about her ability to cum merely by licking and
kissing them, her mind returned to the oral climaxes of that last night with him.
After she had posed helplessly, tied, gagged by his cock bulging in her cheek,
she submitted to sucking willingly, putting her whole heart into it, she couldn't help
herself. She'd been so tightly bound, not
able to move an arm or leg, that her only controllable body parts were
her lips and tongue and throbbing genitals. His cock, she insighted pleasurably,
was so snugly lodged in her protruding left cheek that it was not only a
turn-on for both of them to see her in this state of role-play humiliation, with
the distorted cheek full of dick for all to see, but also the rapturous quirky fact thrilled her that the very same dick was tightly captured in place by the
position itself. Pushed out between her gums and her cheek, wedged firmly, the tip
of her tongue could pin him, drill him, press relentlessly against his special
“male-clitoris" spot. This area, she knew it well, was just below the head where a small pucker
of foreskin provides supple flesh enabling deep massage. It hosts a concentration of erotic nerve endings similar to those of a clitoris, but women have more of course, so
sad boys! One need only apply enough pressure there to penetrate to the little bones snuggling within the erect shaft to rivet a man, quickly transforming him into your love toy. He was indeed so mesmerized he hadn't
been able to withdraw from her ecstasy-dispensing mouth, and she knew he would
never want to. His cock
lodged there securely, rendering her irresistibly effective in unleashing on
the trapped, precious staff of flesh a stream of penetrating
pleasure precisely on the male body’s most vulnerable receptor. Within minutes he came
in her mouth, down her inner cheek, the semen searching, swimming, according to its
nature and reason for being, swiftly down her throat to the interior of her
body. (continued...)
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