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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
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A finger came to Ema's lips. Hush, it told her, nervous questions aren't sexy. Don't speak, just keep doing what you're doing. It was something she should've figured out for herself already, but, obviously, somehow hadn't managed to. So, whilst Hayley kissed yet for the umpteenth time, Ema inwardly kicked herself, told herself to stop being so pathetic and grow a shred of confidence already. Not in so many words, of course.

Then something happened.

Ema had experienced it before, having the feeling "creep up on" her, the jump from almost bored to suddenly on the so-called final stretch. She knew it well, but she hadn't expected it to show up there and then. Most of all, because she was anything but not enjoying what was happening to her, it just wasn't getting close yet. But something changed, and combined with Hayley's ever faster stimulation, Ema's mind stopped working in that sort-of-breathless, still coherent manner. It jumped over into the realm of barely cognisant, entirely focused on pleasure, and nothing else. Even with her mouth muffled, the sound that accompanied the change wasn't quiet.

A few seconds later, the conclusion of the feeling became obvious to even Ema's addled brain. Instinctively, automatically, her fingers accelerated to the very fastest they could move. Her arm wrapped around Hayley's torso gripped as tight as it was able, and the rest of her body went tense. Whilst this stage lasted for only a few seconds, it felt like several minutes to Ema.

But eventually, it came to an end. A colourless flash erupted within her mind, and the tenseness of her muscles reversed entirely, leaving her limp in Hayley's arms.

Gradually, awareness returned. Ema didn't quite know how long she'd lay there, and hadn't much idea what she'd done, or what had been done to her. The only recollection was of her brain turning to scrambled egg for a while, and her perception of the world becoming altogether rather fuzzy. Coming to, she remembered what had happened, what she was supposed to be doing. Rather weakly, she set her right hand back into motion. Her vision was still hazy, her muscles weak. Ema knew, eventually, it would subside; after all, this wasn't the first time she'd experienced a climax... it was just a hell of a lot more intense.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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