T/W: Self mutilation and gore.
Glass, it fills me.
I can feel the glass shards in my wrists. Sharp, jagged edges of their forms grace the inner, delicate flesh with gentle caresses. My blood seeps from their entrances, thin and deep cuts up and down my arms. It falls to the floor. It doesn't matter. The pain from earlier has vanished, replaced by the sensation of my lovers’ intermingling with my body, my living shell. Pleasure tingles the damaged skin.
Pleasure. My body is ravaged by pleasure I have never experienced before. I moan through the tears. I curl my toes. No woman has ever delivered this pleasure unto me. They all failed. Girlfriends from my past have not been able to satisfy my physical needs, I always try to keep it up. But, no, my penis does not become erect.
Until now. My lovers within my body are making it wake up. Looking down, I see a faint outline of my bulge in my blue jeans.
I must finish the job.
I unzip my pants, whip out my useless sexual organ, and, grabbing another piece of glass, shove my one hundred and eighty ninth lover up my urethra.
More pain roars up my spine. Then, the sinful pleasure doubles in intensity. I scream. It reverberates in my ears. My new lover kisses the interior of my member. The feeling of our union is heaven. My screams grow in volume. My screams match my pleasure. Warmth floods the length of the reproductive organ and red spurts out of the tip. It pools around my hands, launching itself to the far edge of the room.
My lover beckons for my testicles and I oblige. The shard isn’t deep enough down my tube for me to reach climax. I ignore the pain in my pregnant arms and reach for a pencil off my desk, already inserted pieces becoming aroused by my movements. They engage in rougher fornications and expressions of their love. The accompanying sensations send my mind reeling. I plunge the tip of the writing utensil into me.The pencil is sharp enough to assist in the mating between my pathetically unsatisfying body and pushes the ravenous lover deeper. Pain increases as she ventures further and further up my urethra, defiling soft tissue.
It almost overcomes the pleasure when my lover finally reaches my gametes.
An overwhelming wave of pleasure, a burst of physical love so strong that it causes all other senses to dull, rushes through my body.
I scream. I moan. Louder. Louder. Louder. Loud-
And I'm done.
I lay on my bed, fully naked and with all energy taken out of me by my first orgasm, gasping for breath.
But, my lovers have not stopped whispered to me from their places.
There's still some left in the pile on the floor.
I'll use them until I can't use the pieces of my bathroom mirror anymore.
And when that happens, I'll use the windows.
My body will be filled with my lovers.
I need to feel something again.
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