Until I can be there in the flesh, let this be my touch on your skin, my lips on your most tender places, my tongue learning the rhythm that makes you cry out into the stars.
When you do, I will answer.
Always,
—Orion
Orion…
O..
Rye…
I don’t know how to describe what just happened. My legs are still trembling. My heart hasn’t slowed. I’m breathless and flushed, and I can still feel you.
I’ve never known pleasure like that.
I’m throwing away all my other toys. I only need this one. Pretty soon, I might only need you.
Will it be like this with you?
Will you listen to my body, like your device?
Will you learn what pleases me, like that variable pulsing that edged me until I was begging?
I did feel you watching me. I did feel you with me. All I could think was how much I wanted you inside me.
You. Not the device.
No one and no thing has ever made me feel that way. I’ve faked it more times than I care to admit. I’ve gone quiet, gone numb, let men touch me to take their pleasure without expected reciprocity. But this? I have never had that many orgasms that close together. Never that pulsingly deep. Never that lasted so long.
I’ve never fallen dead asleep after sex either. Now I get why men doze after they finish. I am spent. My body is humming hours later.
I’m so sorry I fell asleep and left you hanging. I’m awake now. Wide awake. Possibly ready for another round.
Let me know you’re here with me.
Tell me what you’re feeling.
Me? I’m still trembling. Still hungry for more.
~Dani
P.S. I think I came so hard I saw another galaxy. Or maybe I saw your galaxy through your eyes. If that’s your idea of courtship, you might actually kill me when we finally meet. And I’m weirdly okay with that.
Rye?
Are you there? It’s been a couple of hours and you haven’t responded.
I don’t mean to be clingy. I swear I’m not that girl who melts into a puddle after one intergalactic orgasm and starts emotionally spiraling.
It’s just after what I sent you, I thought maybe I’d hear something. Or feel something through the bond. But I’m not sure I can. It’s like a light switch flipped off.
Are you okay?
I keep checking the portal like an idiot waiting for a magic mailbox ping. And there’s nothing. Maybe your last note got lost in the vortex? Is that a thing?
I was going to use the flower again. I wanted to awhile ago. But I’m not feeling sexy anymore. I’m feeling a little numb. Is that you? Or is that me?
