Some waves never meet the shoreline in their lifetime. Naturally, some people never experience the pinnacle of a true sexual climax.
This applies not just to men, but perhaps even more so to women, like Zoe at this moment, completely spent and powerless.
Zoe could hardly imagine that such a thing existed in the world, something that seemed endlessly enticing, irresistibly continuous. Was it the magic of this boy, or was the act itself so magical that it was impossible to refuse, undesirable to refuse, and something she wanted to immerse in constantly, a unique and supreme experience?
It felt more thrilling than a roller coaster ride. It engulfed you, making it impossible to consider the trivialities of life—like work at the office, annoying colleagues, office politics, or the lonely, unanswered questions of a long life journey.
All could dissipate. All could become irrelevant in such moments.
