Orgasms: A Self Portrait

Soft, fleshy thighs, pale after a long winter, squeeze together, desperate to stop the fire slowly building.

Long, shapely legs move across the bed, heels digging in, as the force of multiple orgasms begin to crash and crest.

One hand clenches at empty air, grabbing for something unseen.

Strong shoulders and arms tense and tighten, elbows pressing downwards.

Head thrown back, wildly thrashing against the pillow. Dark hair spilling and tumbling about, loose and wild in the throes of passion.

Squeaks and gasps, moans and pleas fill the room.

Fingers move in circular motions, pumping motions, flicking motions against sweet spots and hardened nubs.

Sweet nectar gushes and squirts, splashing hands and thighs, sheets and blankets.

Musky scents fill the air.

Wet heat emanates from a lone figure spread-eagle in an empty bed.

Muscles spasm and clench for long moments.

Sweet giggles and smiles, satisfaction temporarily achieved.


About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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