Lately we’ve been getting a lot of photographic documentation of me having sex with myself, right up to and including the moment of orgasm. It’s strange seeing oneself in the throes of unrestrained pleasure.
It looks a lot like being in pain.
And maybe, in a way, it is.
Beautiful, exquisite, torment as you reach for that oh-so-final, almost-painful-in-its-pleasure, release.