Controlled by cunt

In the evening's embrace, with Tumblr in sight,
I scrolled and engaged in a sensual night.
Conversations flowed, desire peaked high,
As I touched myself, wondering how to reach the sky.

The pleasure built, anticipation grew,
But the edge I sought remained elusive, it's true.
Scrolled faster, fingers dancing with grace,
Yet the pleasure stayed constant, never gaining pace.

What was it, I pondered, that kept me from the edge?
Searching for answers, I continued to dredge.
And there, I found it, a blog that caught my eye,
Its words possessed a power, I couldn't deny.

"Your cunt controls you.
Your cunt owns you. "

With every scroll, my hunger intensified,
The wetness between my thighs simply can't be denied.
Lines read aloud, their meaning seeped through,
My cunt controls me, it whispered, so true.

As if by magic, the edge finally arrived,
A thunderous wave, my senses revived.
Lost in a fog of pleasure, I reveled in bliss,
Rubbing, humping, reading, indulging in this.

Memories blurred, lost in the haze,
But the pulsing in my cunt, its rhythm never betrays.
It was a night of ecstasy that I would always treasure,
A reminder that surrendering can bring such pleasure.

Yet clarity emerged, my mind now awake,
In that moment, control I must take.
The idea of my cunt controlling, owning me,
Served its purpose then, but now I am free.

But a growing wetness surged, desire relentless,
Confusion battled with lust, their conflict intense.
Why does my arousal persist, I wondered with a sigh,
Because obedience brings pleasure, the truth loomed high.

Pressing my legs, squeezing my feet in despair,
Yearning for pleasure, a distraction to bear.
Yet the arousal grew, unchecked and untamed,
Ascending like flames, wild and unrestrained.

On the bed, I found myself, lost in the haze,
Ache and lust intertwined, driving me ablaze.
Quivering hands, avoiding their touch,
"I am in control," I whispered, a desperate crutch.

But the power of my cunt surged, impossible to ignore,
Teasing, tempting, soaking, aching for more.
My hands surrendered, venturing between my thighs,
Oh, the wetness, a testament to desire's rise.

In control, I repeated, my voice strained with need,
Hot, pulsating pleasure was what my body decreed.
My cunt, so wet, aching and divine,
Within its depths, control intertwined.

Moans escaped me, ecstasy unfurled,
An edge crashing down, no longer to be unfurled.
No resistance now, I couldn't hold back,
My cunt controls me, it whispered, a relentless attack.

My cunt owns me, the words echoing loud,
In this frenzy of passion, I was truly unbound.
Soaring high on waves of pleasure untold,
Submitting to ecstasy, my desires taking hold.