August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over

The O-Ness

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I had to follow up my past 2 reblogs (pics and a video of orgasmic moments) with a quickie story. Contains mature content.

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The shape of her mouth perfectly matches the sounds coming out of it: the O-ness of it, the wonder of it, the joy and glory of it.

Her eyes, too, are wide capital O’s as the orgasm quakes through her beautiful body. I don’t think those eyes are really seeing anything outside of herself. Maybe everything around her is just paused for this infinite moment. Why ponder the outside when there’s so much inside to feel and indulge in? She’s fallen down the center of the huge O, like Alice falling into Wonderland and tumbling for seeming forever, but not caring about hitting the ground, for the ground is a mere idea, a concept not worth worry about, not with the winds of pleasure blowing into her and making sure she will land softly.

I love licking her to orgasm, as I know the feeling’s a wet, hot paradise. But better for me as the audience is rubbing her clitoris while I’m deep inside her, so I can more fully see her face before me, the beauty of it lost in ecstasy, and I can also hear her sing the song of wonder, with each and every burst of “Oh! Oh! Oh God!” all sung as odes to this tremendous joy thundering inside her.

And this way, too, her pleasure is extended, with those O’s flattened, elongated, streamlined into a sleek oval that flies faster and faster, head-long into this flight of fucking. She’s become wide open to me, giving into my passion building in intensity and strength and speed, into the fury she loves to see come out of me, as she matches it with panting and grunting and pushing back at me as I heave into her.

Seeing her face this way is also a treasure, the change in the mountainous O during her orgasm, that’s now a tightly clenched fire burning with ferocity as we pound away, the sound of our skin slapping against each other fills the air, while the echoes of her song still reverberate around the room, for the beauty of it will not be diminished so easily by this frenetic drumbeat of our bodies, and so this drumbeat intertwines with the echoing operatic singing and our desperate gasps for breath.

Until, that is, I also sing the song, and she watches me as intently as I had watched her. The pride in her eyes of this, the victory, the delight in it, too, as she enjoys my singing and encourages me to sing louder and louder, to not be so quiet about it. I give her a weak smile and tell her that she’s got the better voice.

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Author: augustmacgregor

I'm a writer of erotica and romantic fiction.

11 thoughts on “The O-Ness

  1. Oh wow a building tempo of O’s. Oh my, it’s the best sound to fill your ears and sight. 🙂

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  2. It’s amazing. It’s like a loop. You fuel her with pleasure, and her beautiful singing just fills you with more hunger. Well written.

    – Taha

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  3. Bravo! Im reading this while procrastinating at work and it definitely got me going.

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  4. My capital O eyes are blind to the outside and it is like tumbling almost endlessly into Wonderland.
    S-ohhh lovely. Reading this almost brought me to O! Thank you ❤
    If only I could hear you read it aloud…

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  5. Reblogged this on VICKY LONIA'S Blog and commented:
    This poem is so cool… I love it!

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