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For those of you who don’t speak French La Petite Mort is a term for orgasm, the little death, named because they look similar. This is a short story/poem about denial I wrote some time ago. The main character was meant to be sex-unknown; choose how you like.
Going mad. Minutes feel like hours of lovely pain, Shaking and perspiring; and swearing. I pull in useless effort, I need it. Sweat running down, legs spread. Tongue darting out, so gentle Oh God, trembling, more… Wet, feels wonderful; wet. Anyone, man or woman, anything at all, Please! Sliding inside, filling me with what is this happening to me I can’t bear it anymore; now empty aching. I need it. Pleading, you please let me die.