Stralsund’s rooftops pulse below my window. Baltic wind whispers through cracks. Law books slam shut. Revisions choke me. Bac looms tomorrow. Enough. I rip off my blouse. Skirt drops. Panties slide down pale thighs. Naked. Free. Heart hammers like city traffic. Family taught me this. Nude at home since kid days. Swimming club showers, bare with girls. Parents smooth-shaven, teaching bodies differ. Dad’s calm talks on growth, pleasure. Naturist beaches, Cap d’Agde summers. Pubes sprout red like his. I kept them, proud. But tonight, mask cracks. Daily heroine crumbles. Secret side surges. Feet hit desk edges. Legs splay wide. City lights stab the dark. Adrenaline floods veins. Power rises. Mine.
Pussy throbs already. Wetness gleams. I grab citronella oil from bath. No spit tonight. Slick fingers. Index, middle, thumb. Hover over clit. Circle slow. Pulse jumps. Pinch the hood. Electric jolt. Gasps rip out. Full palm grips mound. Rub hard. Slow pump. Heat builds. Sweat beads on freckled skin. Deeper now. Left hand dives low. Balls? No, my sacrum empty. Fingers trail perineum. Brush anus. Spark ignites. Test it. Press. First knuckle sucks in. Waves crash balls-deep—no, core-deep. Right hand speeds. Fist pumps pussy lips. Clit swells, hood peels back. Oil shines. Gland-like peak hypersensitive. Thrust index deeper. Twist. Right accelerates. Breath rasps. City hums approval. Control mine. Dominate this body.
The Mutation
Faster. Poorer. Fingers plunge anus knuckle-two. Stretch burns sweet. Pussy clenches air. Juices drip desk. Sweat pours. Nipples harden to peaks. Mind blanks. Only rhythm. Hands allies. Build. Tension coils gut-low. Anus grips finger. Cramps from depths. Surge up shaft—no, tunnel. Climax roars. Body arches. Gush erupts. Clear squirt arcs belly-high. Chest slick. Clit pulses agony-ecstasy. Waves rip. Ten, twelve throbs. Strongest ever. Gland hypersensitive. Stop. Pant. Smell musky-citrus. Warm fluid trickles. Dip fingers. Thick, viscous. Salty-tangy. Bitter edge. Lick clean. More. Scoop chest. Swallow all. Peace floods. Heart slows. Power hums.
Shower blasts cool. Scrub oil, juices. Fresh clothes hug curves. Dinner calls. Family table. Laughs flow. They sense nothing. But I know. Secret burns inside. Stronger now. Taller. City’s rhythm syncs my pulse. Day heroine returns. Lawyer path waits. But night owns me. Pulsations lurk. Control seized. No one suspects. This fuels me. Unbreakable.