Stroke it, stroke it good

I’m breathing deeply. I’m so excited. I’m completely wet. It’s huge. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. Too big. How I can I take this? It’s rising fast to greet me. He tells me to turn around and lay on my stomach. I can feel it behind me, growing, swelling. I moan in fear and pleasure. Anticipating.

Then I feel it taking me, lifting me. It’s even bigger than I thought. It’s momentum penetrates my core.

Then as if from a dream, I hear his deep voice commanding me: “Stroke, stroke, FASTER, HARDER!”

I stroke it. First gently then hard and rough. Then I arch my back and pull myself forward. Now I’m riding it. Faster, faster, harder, harder. It feels so good, so good. I cry out in pleasure, don’t stop, please don’t stop. And then suddenly it sends me flying, falling, crashing, as waves of ecstasy overwhelm me.

Just another surf lesson on Legian beach.