Inrika

 I want your orgasm to leave a mark on my body that I will remember when I am alone. When you come, I will remember every detail — your sound, your tremor, your pulse under my fingers, your light that flooded my skin. After you leave, I will lie alone in my room, run my fingers over the places where your scent remains, and come again — from the memory of how you came for me. Your orgasm will become my fuel, my source of warmth, my darkest and sweetest secret. I will relive it again and again in my head, experiencing every second anew, until my fingers begin to tremble, until I come with your name on my lips. You will leave, but your orgasm will stay with me — it will become part of me, my nightly prayer, my religion. With me, you don't just come — you give me material for endless fantasies. And these fantasies will be as hot as our last moment.