The Adventures of Aisling

By Irish Eyes

(Author's note- This is a fantasy story. You may be offended by this story or you may be aroused by it; it is a fantasy! Aisling is an Irish woman's name which means "dream". It is pronounced "Ash-ling". )

Sometimes you don't really know where your limits are until you really give them a good, hard push and see what happens.

One day, I got a phone call from my best friend, Matthew. We have a great relationship - best friends, lovers, polyamory partners. He has taught me a lot about sex and relationships and I share my research with him as well. We both have other partners from time to time, but ours is the primary one for both of us.

"Aisling, I have an idea", he begins. I look in his eyes to see what kind of idea he might have. Knowing him, it could be anything!! "I want you to go put your Wanton Harlot dress on".

Okay, I think. This sounds fun. My Wanton Harlot dress is black, with very low cleavage, spaghetti straps which crisscross across the back which is open to my lower spine. It has a flirty hem at the back that just makes my ass wiggle when I wear it (probably why Matthew likes it!!).

I slip off my T-shirt and shorts and pull on my Victoria Secret panties and bra. Matthew comes in the room and watches me get dressed. He says, "I'll let you have those for now, but they aren't going to stay on". Oh, my. I'm starting to get a suspicion about this! I nearly skip into the closet to get my dress! I slip it on, adjusting the straps and making sure that my tits are actually in the confines of the bodice. I put on a little makeup, since it sounds like we are going out somewhere. Of course, I have no idea what he's really planning.

A quick brush of my short reddish-brown hair and I'm ready, for whatever!! I see Matthew leaning over and grabbing my toy bag from behind my bed. Ahhhh. He unzips the bag and reaches in, checking the contents. Then he reaches into his pants pocket and brings out a small beaded necklace. Oh, dear. I've seen this once before at his house. This is my collar!! This is the symbol of my submission to him!!

Of course, I have mixed feelings about all this. I am a strong independent woman who speaks up for herself, who knows what she likes and wants and isn't afraid to get it. At the same time, thinking about being submissive to a dominant man, giving up control in a safe way, following his lead, and experimenting with the role-playing can be very exciting!! We've discussed it on several occasions and talked about our limits (or what we think will be our limits).

One night, when we were both hot for each other, he put a silk tie blindfold on me, tied my hands together with another silk tie, and played with me. Then he instructed me (and I dared not resist- as if I wanted to!!), to move myself around on the bed, find his cock and suck it. Of course, I was more than willing. The blindfold and restraints made the whole thing even more exciting as I found him hard and ready for my mouth. I licked and sucked him until he was even harder, then he turned me over onto my belly (untying the wrist restraints), and fucked me as I came over and over again. I loved the sex, but I also loved the game!!

Matthew smiles and walks toward me, holding the necklace in his hands. I look at his eyes, smile, and nod. I am consenting to this, fully aware. We don't discuss a safe word right now, because we already have one, "Red". I turn around and he places the necklace around my neck, fastening it in the back and letting his hands rest on my shoulders. He slides his hands forward and cups my breasts in his hands, searching for the nipples through the bra, squeezing them gently as I shudder quietly. He turns me around to face him again and kisses me. Boy, this man can kiss!! He kisses like I do- putting his whole self into it- and I melt into him.

We head out to the car, bringing the toy bag. He starts to tell me the plan and I am intrigued. "We are going to a sex club, baby", he says. "They have a special event once a month with a BDSM Fetish Party. I think it will be interesting for you. I know you love to do research!" he laughs. "Of course, we'll do what you feel comfortable with, Aisling, but I want you to test yourself a little, push your boundaries a bit. You are really getting good at that!" He kisses me again and I feel a pleasurable twinge in my nether regions!!

The club is about an hour away from my house. We talk about the party and what I might expect, but not too much because Matthew wants me to have my own opinions, my own impressions. We decide to stop for dinner before going to the club. After a few restaurants don't pan out (closed or too crowded to get into), we find a fairly empty Mexican food restaurant and seat ourselves at a booth in the back. The anticipation of the nights entertainment makes me bold. Matthew had told me that I was going to need to take off the bra before we arrived at the club. While he is perusing the menu, I slip my shawl over my shoulders and deftly reach behind my back, unfastening the hooks of my bra. With the shawl hiding my arms, and a certain degree of privacy (even in a brightly lit restaurant), I slide the bra straps over my shoulders and pull my arms through, one at a time. Freed of all encumbrances, I pull the bra out from under the dress through the open cleavage (making the décolletage even more extreme). Somehow, I manage all this without Matthew noticing (I can be quite subtle when I want to be!). I casually hand him my bra under the table as he decides what to order. He looks at me and smiles. "Good girl!!" he says.

I push my bra into my purse as our server comes to take our order and we enjoy our dinner. As we finish eating, I start to get a little nervous again. I remember what my therapist told me once (or twice) when I was just starting to discover myself again and I tell myself, "It's just sex!!" Amazing how liberating that thought can be. There is no guilt associated with it. It is a natural, creative experience that one can enjoy in the moment. I know that I have complete control of myself. I can choose what I do or don't want to do and not feel guilty about that either. Even in submissive role-playing, I am in control. I can stop the action at any point. Although I am allowing Matthew to be dominant over me, I control what happens to me.

We head to the sex club as the sun is setting, shooting streaks of red and purple across the sky. As we park in the parking lot, Matthew gives me a smile and asks "Are you ready?" I nod, although I'm not quite sure what I'm ready for! We gather our toys and I pass my driver's license and some cash to Matthew to carry in his pocket. I've filled out the forms in advance (from the internet). The club is a private club, which allows sexual activity between consenting adults on the premises. I have affirmed that I am over 18 years old, that I am not bringing illegal drugs into the club, and that I understand the rules of the club. I agree that I understand that the club is for adults and that I am welcome to leave if I am offended by sexual activity of various types. Matthew opens the door and I step into a foyer with a registration desk occupied by two women in fetish dress. I sign my form in the presence of the witness, we pay our fee, and I am issued my very first sex club membership card!! Woo hoo! A black gentleman in leather stamps my hand and we enter the club proper. As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, I see a bar area on one side with tables and chairs. The club does not serve alcohol, but members may bring their own and the club sells set-ups and non-alcoholic beverages. In the center is a dance floor with a DJ in front of a sound board. A pole stands in the middle of the floor and nearby an empty sex swing is hanging from the ceiling (I've seen one once before, so I know what it is). Matthew takes me on a tour and we see a spanking bench, several crosses and other restraint structures for tying patrons for their punishments. A small collection of floggers hangs near one of them.. Several sofas are along one side offering open space for playing. On several tables, copies of the rules of the club are visible. Of course, the rules are basic and make perfect sense- "No means no", Show respect, Don't touch without asking permission, Don't join any kind of play or interrupt without permission.

After we make the rounds, and don't find anyone we know yet, we sit down at one of the tables. Matthew opens the toy bag and I see him pull out the nipple clamps. These are a recent acquisition of mine and we have only experimented with them a little. But I have been trying them on and have adjusted them to me. They are the type with a small set screw to adjust the tension- when I first got them, I used the screw to reduce the pressure, but I have adjusted to having more pressure now and they don't slip off, especially when the chain is tugged on! I take a deep breath. Matthew smiles (I love his smile) and slowly pulls down the bodice of my dress, exposing my breasts. I am in a public (semi-public) place, surrounded by a few strangers (although the club is not too busy yet), but I am not embarrassed. Actually, I'm rather proud of my breasts since they are one of my best assets (after my brain!!). He attaches a clamp to one nipple and I breathe slowly, concentrating on the sensation. It hurts for a moment, but then seems to lessen. He attaches the other clamp and I adapt to that one also. The chain pulls some weight on the clamps, just a light tug, but enough to notice. He tests the tension by tugging on the chain a bit and I feel the pull down to my vaginal muscles. I shudder slightly.

Matthew decides to go around the club again to see if we missed the other friends (they are here with a local swinger group- we know one or two of them, but not all of them). He pulls out my small thin vibrator, turns it on low speed, and slips inside my panties, up against my clit (but not inside my vagina). He tells me to stay put. Ahhhh.

While I wait, I have a chance to see some of the other people around the club. There are all styles of fetish dress in evidence. At one table, it appears that there is an Alice, a Mad Hatter, and various other cast members who are having a party. A man walks by with leather chaps on, and nothing else- very nice ass! A 20-something young woman arrives with another young woman- collared, chained- but they seem to be chatting with others almost as if there were nothing unusual about their arrangement. Mostly people seem to be wandering, meeting up with friends, getting drinks- much like any other bar or club- but the fashions are different. Of course, I'm still sitting here with my breasts exposed and clamped, and a vibrator in my panties!!

Matthew returns and says he found the friends over by the pool tables, so we get up and walk over there (just as I am!). We say hi and introduce ourselves to the people we haven't already met. They are in the middle of their own conversations, so we go sit at an adjacent table. Matthew allows me to remove the vibrator and the nipple clamps -for now (it's a much more intense sensation taking them off!). We watch as a few women play pool together (in various outfits) and then one of the women is placed face down over the pool table and given a spanking by one of the other women. I am intrigued. The sub is definitely feeling this, but doesn't seem to be hurt. The Domme is enjoying herself as well and there are several spectators. This is my first experience watching a semi-public spanking. I'm certainly finding it somewhat arousing!

Matthew is watching me watch the women with a sense of amusement. I look back at him, with a slight question in my eyes. Since we've never really done this before, I'm not sure how this will play out, but I'm willing to find out. He tells me that I should play with him. I smile (that's definitely a good idea!) and lean forward from my chair to unfasten his trousers and expose his cock. I slide my tongue over it and raise my eyes up to see his response. Ahh, I think he likes that. I bend my head back down and get serious about giving his cock my full attention. My mouth slides down his cock as my tongue plays with the tip, swirling around, flicking the edge of the corona. Matthew moans softly and I know he is enjoying this. Unfortunately, after a while, I start to get very uncomfortable bent over so far, so we stop for a while.

Matthew puts his fly up and turns to me. "I think it's time, Aisling". "For what?" I ask. He smiles and says, "For your spanking. I know you haven't done anything wrong, but I really think you need one. It's an experience you haven't had yet." My eyes widen and I look at him to see if he's serious. Although he is smiling, I know that he means this. He tells me to stand up and face the table we are sitting near. He pulls up my dress in the back, slides my panties off (slipping them in the toy bag so we don't lose them!!), and smoothly runs his hand over my ass. I am holding on to the table, my breasts resting on it, my nipples still sensitive after the clamps were removed. My dress is up over the breasts now, but I definitely feel the table rubbing against my breasts and my hard little nipples. My ass is exposed to the room (if anyone is looking, but I can't tell since I can't see in that direction). Suddenly, the palm of his hand slaps my right buttock. Not very hard, but surprising, even though I knew it would come soon. Before I can wonder what will be next, his hand slaps on my left cheek. A harder slap follows, lifting my buttock up a little as it catches me from below. I can feel this, but it's more arousing than painful. The thought that I don't know where or when the next slap will come gives me the feeling that I really don't have any control of this (although, I do know that I do!). In moments, a volley of slaps falls on my buttocks and I feel them heating up. I feel my face getting warmer also- I don't know if it is pain, arousal, or a bit of embarrassment, but I'm getting hot! How red must my ass be by now?? And then, it stops.

I try to crane my neck to see what Matthew is doing, without being obvious. I can't really see him, though I still feel his presence near me. I hear a muffled conversation, but I can't make out the words. Then I hear Matthew say, "Aisling, since you enjoyed that, and don't tell me you didn't, I've asked another guy, one of the ones who was enjoying watching you, to join me". I take a deep breath. Is he really going to let someone else touch me, someone I can't even see?? A moment later, I feel a hand on my ass. Whose hand is it?? Matthew's? The other guy? Who is it? My mind spins, and my pussy gets wet! I feel a soft spank. This must be the new guy. Then I feel a firm slap to my ass. Next, I feel fingers reaching between my legs, between my labia, finding me wet- spreading my wetness around my pussy. I struggle to stay still now. Several more slaps land on my ass and I have no idea whose hand is responsible. My nipples are aching, pressed against the table with the heightened sensitivity. My ass is hot and red, and my pussy is wet. This is getting intense. Now, my ass is being spread open. OMG! In front of everyone! Fingers run from my pussy to my ass, spreading my wetness for all to see. My vaginal muscles contract with anticipation; I put all my effort to avoid clenching my gluteal muscles. If Matthew wants to display my ass, I know better than to try to hide it!

"Good girl", I hear Matthew say. "You may sit down now". Well, that's a bit easier said than done, since my ass is still tingling! I pull down my dress and slowly sit down. Matthew leans over and kisses me, whispering "You okay?" I nod and smile. It was certainly exciting imagining the people who had watched him (and some unknown man who has disappeared now) spank me.

Matthew reaches in the toy bag and hands me one of my vibrators. "I want you to entertain yourself for a bit and I'll go get you something to drink". I lean back in the chair as he walks off towards the bar, with a brief backward look. I lift up my right leg, placing my foot on the chair adjacent to me. My dress rises up and I open my legs, exposing my pussy. I don't look up to see if anyone is paying any attention (I don't want to get too self-conscious), but I suspect they will be. I slip my vibrator down to my still-wet pussy and turn it on as I find my clitoris. I start moving the vibe in circles around my clit and my labia, stimulating even more fluids from my vagina. I close my eyes and imagine my lover touching me, slipping the vibe into my vagina as he would put his fingers into me. My clit is getting tenser and I feel the heat building. I'm not going to come while Matthew is gone, though, so I ease back, just leaving myself hot and bothered.

Matthew returns with a Diet Coke for me and I gratefully accept the cool drink. Funny how the club has started to get a lot warmer than when we got here! I look around the room and see that there are quite a few more people here now. As my eyes scan the room, I see some other friends of ours, a triad of 2 bi-sexual women and a man. I point them out to Matthew and he goes over to greet them. One of the women comes over to the area where I'm still sitting and gives me a kiss. She tells me that they are going to play over in another area and will see me later. The male comes over also, finding me with my leg still up on the chair in front of me. He looks at Steve and says, "Look at her here with her pussy showing!" I laugh. Steve looks at his friend and says "Maybe you should check it out a bit". The guy reaches down and gives my pussy a little pat and squeeze, not really trying to stimulate me, just in a playful manner. He gives me a quick kiss and then he heads off to join his own lady friends.

After I finish the Diet Coke, I need to go to the ladies' room. Matthew has returned so I ask (being submissive, of course) if I may. He agrees and says "Look around when you walk there and see if you can find someone you might want to play with. If you do, tell him to come over and talk with me". I nod. As I head to the ladies' room, I look at the other people in the club. Most of them are in couples or in groups, but a few are alone. Before I can reach the ladies' room, a guy walks up to me. I still have on my collar, but my dress is up over my breasts now (no bra or panties, though). "Are you with the group over there in the corner?" he asks. I say, "No, but we know a couple of the people in the group". "Is that your husband with you?" "No, he's my boyfriend, but we're open". He smiles a bit more and asks "Do you two just hang out with each other or do you play with others?" Ahhh, this is a proposal. The guy seems nice and he's being very respectful. "We do play. This is my first time here." Then I tell him, "If you want to play with us, you'll need to talk with my boyfriend". I tell him my screen name and Matthew's as well (I'm not planning to use my real first name with anyone here). "Okay, that's cool" he says. "Last time I came here was my first trip. I came alone and left alone, didn't get to play with anyone. I'm really hoping to play with someone tonight". I smile at him again as I head into the ladies' room.

When I return from the ladies' room, I head back to Matthew and tell him about the guy I ran into. He asks how I feel about it, and I tell him the man seemed nice so I wouldn't mind playing a little with him. Matthew smiles and says "Good girl!"

"Let's go wander around and see what's going on", he says. I take his hand and we start to walk around the club. Things are heating up. As we walk by one of the bar tables, I see "Alice" is naked from the waist down, her breasts hanging out over the top of her shirt. She is sitting on the "Mad Hatter's" lap, bouncing on his cock. Another woman is being lead by a leash to the dance floor. I see a young man being restrained with Velcro restraints to one of the wooden structures while a male Dom readies a violet wand. I've seen one of those being used before to give static electricity as a sexual stimulant. A friend brushed it on my arm once, but it didn't seem to do anything for me. As this sub is touched with the wand, I see that it is definitely stimulating him. His cock is standing straight up and he seems to be straining against the bonds. The Dom touches the wand gently to his back and his chest, not even directly stimulating his cock. Oh, my!! That looks interesting!

Matthew watches my responses to these things and then leads me over to the next section. He sees an open St. Andrew's cross and, with another glance at my eyes, he leads me to it. Oh, my! I've never been restrained like this, and, of course, never in front of anyone else. Matthew tells me to face the cross (X-shaped with Velcro restraints attached). He reaches down to the hem of the dress, my Wanton Harlot dress, and pulls it straight up over my head. I'm completely naked, but since I'm facing the cross, I have no idea whether or not anyone is looking. I have to assume that somebody is watching! With Matthew standing directly behind me, pressing gently against my back and my ass, he reaches for one arm and raises it up and outward extending it along the length of one arm of the cross. A quick movement and he has restrained my wrist against the wood. His hand slides across my back, and he stretches my other arm up to be restrained in the same manner. I can feel my breasts pressing forward over the edge of the cross, feeling exposed, my nipples suddenly coming to attention again even without the clamps.

Matthew's hands wander down my side and slowly move each leg to the side and fasten them into restraints. I am stretched out, exposed, vulnerable. My heart starts to beat faster and I breathe more quickly.. A small measure of fear has finally crept in. I really don't know how I will respond. I know that Matthew will take care of me and that I am safe. I know I can stop the play at any time. I just don't know where it will take me. I just know that I have rarely been so excited!!

I feel a whisper of air across my open pussy and I sense that Matthew has taken a couple of steps back from me. I can't see him (I might be able to turn my head a bit, but decide I better not), but I know he's near. I realize my face is red and hot; I must be a little more self-conscious than I thought I would be. I take a few deep breaths as I try to calm myself. I don't want to be too nervous- I want to feel everything!!

Matthew walks around to the back of the cross where I am facing. He says, "Aisling, you look so beautiful like that. Your tits are pushed forward and your ass is just begging to be spanked. I love how you look. You are doing very well!" His eyes narrow briefly and, in a second, I feel him tugging at my nipples and reapplying the nipple clamps with the chain wrapped around one of the vertical posts. Now, not only are my arms and legs restrained, my breasts are situated so that if I try to pull my body back from the cross, the tension will increase on my nipples, intensifying the pain. He pulls on the chain a few times, ensuring that the clamps are well-attached, and I moan softly. He leans forward and whispers, "You may moan and cry out, baby, but there will be no words from you unless you want to stop everything. Do you understand?" My eyes widen. Even my voice will be restrained!! I nod, knowing that I am again giving my consent and giving up another measure of control. Now, my heart races again and I struggle to bring my pulse down and breathe more regularly. Matthew leans in and kisses me, then a short yank of the chain on my nipples and he disappears from my view.

In a moment, I feel his hand (I think it is his!) brushing against my ass. I still feel so exposed, but at least my ass is not opened up right now. Ooops, I may have thought too soon. His warm fingers with slippery silicone lube are massaging my ass, probing gently into my anus, pressing against my sphincter muscle. OMG, what is he going to do?? I feel a sudden coolness, and a plastic object is being slipped into my well-lubricated ass. It's not vibrating, so I think it must be an ass plug of some sort. I didn't even know we had one!! As it goes in further, finally passing the sphincter muscles, I feel it stretching my anus open. I've had anal sex and I love it, and I've had slender vibrators in my ass, but this feels huge in comparison. It's erotic and it's invasive at the same time. I don't quite know what to think, but I know I will have to get used to it for a while since I don't think it is going to be removed any time soon. As it completely fills me, I feel the flat edge of the flange at the end, right up against my buttocks. This is meant to stay in for now!! More and more, I feel that my control is slipping away. I can't move arms or legs, I can't pull back my trunk without pulling on the nipple clamps, I can't speak, I can't move my ass without intensifying the pressure in my anus. I am truly vulnerable now.

I calm my breathing again and wait. I feel the edge of something draw a pattern across my ass. It slips between my legs and I think it is the tip of a riding crop. I've never felt one before but I have seen one in a fetish store. The tip (whatever it is) gently prods my clit, separates my labia (already feeling quite open), brushes the edges of my buttocks. I instinctively clench my ass muscles a bit, and feel the pressure of the ass plug. Oh, God!! I let a soft brief moan escape. The tip pats my ass a few times, gently warning me about what is coming.

He's not going to give me very long to think about this, though. I'm both glad and anxious about that! A whistle of air and, suddenly, the first strike of the riding crop hits my ass. My whole body flinches and I feel the strength of all my restraints being tested (including the mental one!). I almost bite down on my lip to keep from speaking. Another strike and I tense again, my ass with its fullness reminding me not to clench up. Well, at least I know what he's going to do now. I can handle this. I just need to focus on relaxing and letting go. Two or three strikes play over my ass and I feel myself giving into the experience instead of fighting it. I still feel my ass tighten up a little each time, but I'm getting better at not moving my body and quickly relaxing my gluteal muscles after each strike. It's not particularly painful; again, it's the excitement of not knowing what is happening that is so erotic. After a few strikes, I feel warm fingers between my legs again, pulling on my labia, stroking my clit a couple of times, finding my pussy juices flowing well. This little bit of stimulation causes me to move a bit, but again I feel the restraints preventing me from doing anything more than straining against them. The fingers quicken a little and I let out a soft moan again as the stimulation provokes me to move involuntarily, feeling the ass plug impale me and stretch me. The fingers move away.

I hear Matthew close to my ear again. "Aisling, the gentleman you met earlier is going to come around in front of you. You will suck his cock and give him great pleasure. If he wants to come, he will come on your tits and you will feel the hot cum dripping on you. Be sure and do a good job." My mind is whirling now. A man I've never met is going to put his cock in my mouth. I have no control. I can't pull away, I can't use my hands, I am becoming a completely sexual being for the moment- a mass of sensations, overlapping and overwhelming. Before I can think further, I am presented with a fully erect cock. I can't even really see the man, just his groin. I open my mouth and start sucking and licking. I don't really like to have a cock deep in my throat and I hope that Matthew has told this guy (whatever his name is!), but I have no way to know. At the moment, it is going well. His cock is right in front of me and I can play with it (as I love to do), enjoying the responsiveness of it. I'm gratified that he is clean and his genital area is shaved. He actually has quite a nice cock- different from Matthew's, but good. He's not too big (thank goodness), but is definitely hard as a rock now! I keep sucking. I can't think of anything else (well, except for the restraints, the nipple clamps, and the ass plug!!). Just as I'm getting a little comfortable with all of this, the riding crop strikes my ass again, causing me to involuntarily tighten again. Okay, now, on top of trying to stay still, I have to keep licking this cock while my ass is getting reddened. The sensory overload is incredible (but still bearable). The strikes are not very hard, but definitely stinging. Once, the crop slides down and catches the back of my leg. Ouch! That stings much more. I cry out, but my cry is muffled by the cock in my mouth. I pull back a bit, and feel the tension on my tits. Another strike across the ass and Matthew whispers, "Careful, Aisling. Don't pull back too hard or you will feel more than those nipple clamps. Now bring George off and let him come on your tits". I suck harder with more determination and I am rewarded with a deep groan as George (as I now know him to be) pulls his cock out of my mouth and spurts hot semen over my breasts. He moves away, out of my view.

With no chance to adjust to the change of situation, I feel the riding crop back between my legs, prodding at my clit and pussy. I know that I am dripping wet. I'm so close to coming myself, but I've been on the edge forever, it seems. Hands reach around me and the nipple clamps are released, sending new shocks to my nipples as the blood returns, leaving them incredibly sensitive. Even the air brushing them creates a tingling.

Matthew whispers in my ear again. "You have been very good, baby. It's time for your reward". In a smooth movement, I feel the ass plug being removed. My ass feels wide open still and a bit cold from the exposure to the air. Suddenly a hot, lubricated cock presses against my ass, and in one stroke, I am filled again. Matthew's hard dick pounds in my ass, filling me, pressing forward and stimulating my g-spot. My ass is still hot from the riding crop and every time he moves forward, I remember every single strike. My breasts are bouncing against the edge of the cross, no longer clamped, but the sensitivity is intense with each movement.

I go over the edge as if in slow-motion, one orgasmic wave after another as I cry out in ecstasy. Over and over, spiraling with no control. My body, a mass of nerves, feeling every sensation, being unable to form a coherent thought. Through the fog, I hear a groan and feel Matthew's cock tighten in my ass as he comes, filling me up. I am limp against the restraints, absolutely no resistance left in me.

Gentle hands unfasten the restraints slowly, massaging my legs and arms to restore normal sensation (what is normal anymore??). I am lifted away from the cross and set upon a soft cushion or pillow. Strong arms envelop me and hold me safe, softly massaging my skin which still seems to be vibrating. My eyes try to focus, and I can identify Matthew holding me, but I still can't speak. I start to try to form a word and it is not even understandable to me. Matthew shushes me and says "Rest, baby. You were amazing!! Just rest." I drift away, not aware of the room or the other people. All I can feel is my body and my lover's arms around me as I finally relax. This has been the most incredible experience of my life. It feels like a dream and I don't know whether I am asleep or awake. I don't try to think or understand it; that's for tomorrow. I just feel warm and safe in Matthew's arms, and I drift asleep.

The End