That Sexy Cattle Prod

Somehow Red makes a cattle prod sound like fun. Either it is, or she’s a heck of a good sex writer:

Her hand rubbed over my left bum cheek, over and over again. I felt pussy throbbed as excitement ran through me – anticipation of the jolt to come was giving me an unexpected rush. The I felt the prongs poking my bum – poking, readjusting, poking again. My breath was caught in my throat; it was the point of no return. I heard the ‘ting’. I breathed deeply. I let the pain wash over me.

I could feel the surge – the peak of the electricity coursing through the muscle. Everything felt funny, like nothing was going to work properly – similar to that numb feeling that happens when limbs ‘fall asleep’. My nerves shrieked as the wave of pain washed over me – fast and furious and addictively alluring. I could feel it draining out of me as soon as it began – my jolted nerves sighing with relief. I felt jumpstarted and I felt consumed.

Smiling and giggling uncontrollably, I grabbed at the spot, rubbing it to preserve the tingling. I felt high – my head was floaty and relaxed and alert. Crazed like an addict, I knew I needed more.

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