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Eruption

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A pleasant sensation, as if falling, but with lightness, carried by a gravitational force similar to that of the moon.

I see nothing; in fact, to tell the truth, I almost feel as if I have no eyes. But one thing I know for sure: I still have a body, but I'm not wearing any clothes.

I feel naked, wrapped only in a pleasant warmth, but one that does not completely envelop me.

I sense that the pleasant warmth seems to penetrate my body, which welcomes it, and it becomes a part of me.

It comes from the figure beside me. An energy that is transmitted to my body.

But this warmth moves toward my pubic area and accumulates, as if that part of me were inflating like a balloon.

I better identify the shape of the warmth that surrounds me; it almost seems like a person hugging me, pressing their body against my back.

I feel their soft chest. A woman?

The warmth in my lower regions continues to accumulate and inflate. It is pleasurable, but I slowly begin to feel the pressure, like a balloon that is still intact but is being inflated too much, heading toward an imminent explosion.

My pubic area stretches more and more. And soon after, it explodes.

All the warmth that had accumulated in my body escapes from the area that has just burst, scraping against the walls of the opening, where I feel an even stronger sensation of heat.

I am emptying myself, like a gas cylinder that has been punctured.

It is a marvelous sensation. Like a sexual orgasm, but more intense.

It goes on for at least 10 seconds, and after a while, I feel relaxed, as if I have been relieved.

Suddenly the sensations change, and I perceive something different beneath my back, and the pleasant warmth that was there has now been replaced by a new pleasant sensory feeling of soft fabrics.

I feel various fabrics on my body, and a mass beneath me that supports my body, and something beneath my head that lifts my neck.

It takes me a few seconds, but I understand that I am in my bed.

It's like when in a dream you realize you are not in reality, and you could leave if you want by forcing your eye muscles. But I don't want to leave.

It's like when you've slept well and don't want to get up, because the contact with the bed relaxes you. But here, something else is relaxing me: the warmth from the figure beside me.

I let myself go again, without needing to investigate further, and I stop wondering where I am.

I let this flow carry me on, in this empty world, perhaps without time moving around me, while the figure next to me continues to transmit a pleasant warmth that relaxes me.

However, something changes; I begin to feel something coming from the figure next to me. A word.

I rid myself of the pleasant sensation and try to concentrate on that word which I can't quite understand.

«Y...»

«N...»

I open my eyes to the ceiling of my house, just as I remembered it. And the red light of that damn eternal sun comes in through the window on the left.