Bliss. Perfect happiness as to be oblivious of everything else. I know I am happy when you make me oblivious with your perfect fingers – fingers that wrap around my throat for a kiss or control, tangle and pull my hair to direct, sink into my folds and rub erogenous zones with amazing precision. Bliss is where you take me when I am overwhelmed physically that my mind is silent to compensate. Amazing.
*Ask my friend for one word. He gave me an easy one.
Inspired by Blacksilk.