My tunnel is the playground and my enchanted jewel the prize as wicked, indulgent fingers work their delicious magic.

Thighs shake uncontrollably as my back arches. I catch my breath and thrust my pelvis defiantly toward the heavens.

I begin to melt; my insides turn to liquid delight. My pleading whimper becomes a desolate, sobbing cry as I open my mouth in one final, silent scream.

It is my last breath, my last heartbeat; I die a little inside. And then I die again, and again as the edges blur and, for one incandescent moment, I pass into the otherworld.