You sit next to me and I put my head in your lap. You run
your fingers through my hair, and gently, almost accidently,
you touch my cheek. I feel the electricity running through
my  body and it fels good. God, it feels good. And then, not
so accidently any more, you touch my lips with your long,
soft fingers. And I react this time, opening my lips, just a
bit, and letting my tongue touch your fingers. And I know
you feel it. I feel your body shivering. And my hand is no
longer underneath my head, it's now touching your leg,
advancing slowly upwards. Just barely touching, letting you
feel the heat of me more than me touching you. And I know I
control you now. You belong to me now, all mine, and so far
away. Your fingers are still running through my hair,
tracing each hair from its root, letting your fingers tangle
inside, get lost in the darkness of it, and then, suddenly,
I know you found it. I dont control you anymore, I know you
control me now, and you found it now, I feel your fingers,
no longer lost and never, never were. I know it was all an
illusion, and I never controlled, only the sweet taste of
semi-control blinding me. and i thought  was so experenced.
You were never mine, only far away you were. But as far as
you may get, you're here, inside my hair, inside my head
now. And you so control me now, in my head. I feel your
other hand around my thighs now, as if trying to ditract me,
although you know well enough that i know what you really
are doing. But it's agreed, and neither of us is saying a
thing to break the tense silence. And you are going on,
digging inside of me from both ways, one hand between my
legs and the other in my mind.
And oh, now you found it. now you found that spot that would
make me yours forever. it doesnt feel that bad, losing
control now, it feels like floating and i know it doesnt
matter what i do, you are in control. could be relaxing
even. and now, god, now you found that spot, right there,
and... aaahhaaaaaaaaaaahh

Deep, somewhere behind my mind, i know that these thoughts
are my last. somewhere behind all those broken pieces of
conciousness, that when the mind is no longer connected to
the body, it decays slowly into a puddle of nothingness. And
I'm yours now, forever, no matter how hard ayone digs
between my thighs.