Page 18 of The Dire Reaction

Goddamn it. It feels good. I’ve never gotten off this many times so closely.

But, what the hell is going on with me?

Keeping my brain as blank as possible, I drag my aching body to the shower. My stomach twists again when I am overtaken by the lingering scents of the bathroom.

Cranking on the water, cooler than I normally have it, I drop my boxers and slide under the spray.

Too much, it’s too much. My entire body lights up. I feel every single drop hitting me, dripping down across my skin. The tickle of it running over the hairs on my body. Each one bouncing back under the pressure. Streaming down my belly, running over my dick, which is impossibly hard again, my belly begins to cramp and spasm.

Wave after wave of orgasms crash over me. I shoot a constant stream of hot cum into the tub below me. My legs shake and finally give, my knees screaming in pain when they connect with the hard porcelain. Convulsions overtake my abdomen, my nuts jerk and spasm painfully between my thighs, and yet I continue to leak jets of white into the swirling water beneath me. It’s like I’m being electrocuted. Every muscle is screaming, I can hear myself groaning, and I can’t stop.

My cock is burning. It’s going to burst into flames from the inside out. Ribbons of cum incinerate me with every spurt. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to ignore the water pouring over me. I have to dampen it, numb myself to it.

Somehow.

Chapter nine

DANI

Jenny:Iwon’tbeat work today. I got super sick last night. I’m sorry.

She’s sick too. Great.

I guess the clinic stays closed today. I send out a quick text to a neighboring business to ask if they would tape a note to the door telling the patients.

Well, it wasn’t the Chinese food.

I didn’t think it was. I’ve had food poisoning before. Last time I got food poisoning was Thai food, and just the thought of it still makes me queasy.

There is no planet where this is like food poisoning.

This is debilitating. Every joint, every fiber, every inch of my skin hurts. More than hurts, my clothes feel like they’re rubbing me raw. My hair tugs at my scalp.

The only good part is it seems like the extreme sensitivity is starting to fade a little. Everything is still too bright though. I’ve pulled all my curtains, only leaving a small light on over the kitchen sink. Even that is blasting through the house like a Las Vegas neon sign.

Being able to eavesdropping on my neighbor’s conversations is unnerving. It’s like being in a party and everyone is standing next to you screaming in your ear. But, I know that thick walls and doors separate us.

I’ve never hated living in a complex more than I do right now.

Trying to eat is hard, too. I can feel every texture. I know that my strawberry was touched by a spider. I know that my granola is tinged with mold. And, even after gagging it down, I can feel my stomach rolling it around, flooding it with acid. I want that feeling to stop any time. I need to plan to be pickier at the grocery store, too.

At least the orgasming finally stopped. Wanting a shower should have been innocent enough, but the overwhelming sensations were incredible, and then painful, and then exhausting. By the end I seemed to have gained some control though.

Just the thought of Sam has me shaking again with need. It took me nearly five full minutes to stop quaking through a release the first time I even thought about texting him.

I didn’t even have to touch myself. I just…came.

Even with my little vibrator I’ve never done that before. My last boyfriend was so long ago. I don’t remember if I even had an orgasm with him.

Now, at just a thought? How am I going to face him?

Imagining his face watching me has my walls clenching, the tightness of release flooding through me again. Panting, I grip the counter of my tiny kitchen until the wave passes.

This is ridiculous.

Maybe I need to approach this differently.

Turning on all the lights, I open all the windows. Blinding light blares through my small apartment. My eyes scream at me, but I force them to remain open.

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