One night I was in the gym, lost in sensation as usual. Stripped out of my formal attire, dressed in some booty hugging leggings and a black tank top with skeleton fingers over my titties as if they were being grabbed/held.
I was on that abduction machine, squeezing my thighs together and spreading them wide. I hit some kind of magical rhythm where my breathing and movement formed a balanced equation.
Something inside me clicked, so I stayed longer, opening and closing my legs, sweat trailing down my temples, the back of my neck, little droplets rolling from chin to sternum.
It was intoxicating being in my body that way, being aware of what was going on on the surface while also being blissfully lost at sea, surfing waves of sensation deep within.
I could have stayed like that forever
I moved in search of more
More of my mind opening up like this
More of my veins bulging like this
I felt powerful
I felt aroused
I felt infinite in a finite world