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I felt my penis puff between my fingers for a second, like a balloon about to burst, to immediately release a prolonged torrent. I could not help but close my eyes and moan when the wave of pleasure shook my body and even my entire bed. I needed this, I thought with relief, I needed it so much. The contractions that followed were as violent, disorienting, and as explosive as the previous one. However, as much as I wanted to lose myself in the sensations, something in me made me open my eyes, and between a spasm and another, I noticed something disastrous: my drawing had been stained with semen, and thick drops were tracing ruts along my last sketch.
My first reaction was to get up instantly from the bed in search of the roll of toilet paper that I keep on my desk; Unfortunately, my knees betrayed me, trembling and weak from that orgasm that did not stop, and I fell to the ground, seized by one convulsion after another. I did not try to get up again, I did not feel capable; I just stood there on the floor, masturbating furiously, a jumble of trembling and sighing skin, splashing the floor with white drops. A distant part of me lamented the loss of the drawing, while the rest of me gave up before the death throes of the most intense orgasm of my brief existence.
The coldness of the ground brought me back to reality. Little by little, I was rediscovering my senses. The air smelled of sex and sweat. I became aware of my flaccid penis resting on the spilled semen. My right hand, already without strength, was also covered with the wet liquid. I felt something ... dirty.