"
Release her
."
I see myself, from above. Lay on the blanket. My hips are bucking wildly, body moving without control. I cannot look away. The real me, this me looking down, cannot move - I don't have a body to move, my body is away from me, acting without me.
Only a surreal moment later, the peak reaches me at my true core.
Unstoppable as an earthquake, unbelievable pleasure encompasses my entire being like nothing I've felt before. My soul, free from my body, welcomes my orgasm without constraint as if the two entities have become one. I cannot rely on the thrashing of limbs or the clenching of my toes to relieve me - I must experience it's whole formidable power without boundaries. I am lust itself, in all of it's primal glory, like a chemical reaction uncontrolled. This climax pushes itself through any thoughts I have left, breaking them apart - I am nothing but this. I want to stay in this very state until the end of the world itself. If I could scream out in ecstasy I would. I would white knuckle the blanket and throw my head back into the ground as the climax demanded it of me, but I can only experience, not react, and this still euphoria is the only option - time either passes quickly or not at all, and I no longer feel amiss without the grinding and clenching I'm accustomed to. While my being begins to rearrange itself and the sheer intensity of the surge subsides, the vision of myself doing exactly that comes back into crystal clear view.
A noise from her, and I drop.
I am back inside my body, and the reintroduction of my physical form's orgasmic reactions is almost painful. I am halfway through a resounding moan and my muscles are aching through my own grinding. Yet I cannot stop, because here I am still in my enduring climax - my body demands that I writhe through it, forcing all manner of noise out of me. It nearly feels undignified compared to what I've just left behind, but I have returned to my animal nature and dignity is no longer important.
"Tshck"
The woman, who's presence I had almost forgotten in my extremis, made a strange noise from under whatever muffled her, signaling me to promptly settle from my frenzy. I am still, my limbs relaxed to the point of being dead weight. On a restless whim I Page my fingers to twitch, to no avail. In response to this new revelation I urge my arms to shift, but I remain utterly sedentary. There is only time for me to commence one worried thought:
"What if she doesn't bring me ba-"
Before a final, barely there noise pulls me away from myself again, into a dark, deep, and dreamless oblivion.
* * *
My now unwrapped eyes tentatively split open to the sight of the very same tent with daylight now peeking through the fibres. I feel entirely corporeal and present to my dismay, which is thankfully overtaken by the shock of what I had just been through. The smell of frost on grass is filtering its way through the now weak remnants of the oud, indicating to me that whatever last night was, it's over. It's time for me to go. The woman is nowhere to be seen, though a bowl of water has been left by the blanket to wash myself with, which I am glad to do - my body had reacted so extremely over the course of the experience that I couldn't possibly have gotten dressed without cleaning myself up first. I take a few minutes to sit and dry, which allows me time to try unsuccessfully to process. Questions I cannot ask swirl around my head as I pick up my folded clothing and put each item on. After experiencing being out of my own body, this feels foreign to me now and I nearly can't tolerate the sensation, yet I can't go out into the brisk air naked and I don't want to overstay my welcome or have the woman return with me still here. On one hand I want to thank her by leaving promptly as it seems she would like, on the other hand I have a sensible trepidation regarding potentially coming face to face with someone so clearly powerful.
After all, if she can do that, what else could she do to me...
