The world is spinning, turning me wildly around even as my ass stays firmly planted on my seat. I put my hand up, staring at it in wonder as I wave it slowly back and forth.

Well, isn’t this some shit?

I spot a drop of icing, shimmering brightly at me from its place on my thumb.

Reverently, I lean forward, licking the sweet topping from my finger with a flourish.

“Hands down the best scone I’ve ever eaten.”

I would have never thought that an absinthe-infused frosting would be so fucking delicious, but I stand corrected.

Something like this would never be offered anywhere in the States. I’m enjoying every moment of my culturally immersive trip. Coming here was a great idea, even if marrying my Silver Fox, Anton, didn’t pan out.

The man at my side nods, trails of light following the movement.

“Pretty good,” he answers, his voice echoing to me despite the lack of acoustics.

I turn my head, the room seeming to turn with me. Gorgeous trails light up my vision, pulling the room like taffy in front of me. I turn my head back, giggling at the odd toned rainbow that the motion creates.

“Fuck.”

“Another for you?” I hear Sammi chime.

I turn towards the sound of her voice, laughing when I spot her blurry outline behind the bar. An apron sits snugly around her, the coffee shop’s logo stitched across the front.

“Sure, thanks,” a man answers, smiling politely as she turns to fetch his drink.

My body vibrates, warm energy seeming to rush through me.

I glance back at the mystery man to my side, licking my lips at the sight of him. Sure, he’s little more than a blur at this point, but it might just be the sexiest blur I’ve ever seen.

Who am I to pass up something like that?

I lean towards him, my tits smooshing against the table as I press my lips to his. The energy still coursing through me seems to pool in my mouth, exploding when his tongue slides against my own.

So obviously, I’m fucking sloshed. In fact, I’m just about totally gone at this point.

Trust me though when I say this might be the best kiss of my life.

The blurring edges of my vision swirl inward, focusing thickly across his face like a fucking directional sign.

Yeah, don’t mind if I do.

I stand up quickly, swaying slightly as the room lurches up around me.

I lay one hand on the table, waiting for things to settle.

“Are you okay?” blurry hot guy asks, his voice sounding far away.

“I’m fucking awesome!” I respond.

Even my own voice sounds weird at this point, like I’m hearing it from the other side of a tunnel.

“Royal flush bitches!” I hear Mysti shout.

I turn to find her slamming cards onto a table, a triumphant grin on her face. Next to her, Becky stares confusedly at her own hand, one eyebrow raised in question.

The men around them groan.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” one yells, standing so quickly he too becomes a blur. “We aren’t fucking playing poker!”

His voice is heavily accented, French if I’m right. Though I guess he could just as easily be American for what good my ears are doing me.

Mysti laughs hysterically, clearly also feeling the effect of the alcohol.

“We aren’t?” she asks.

I feel a hand graze my own and look down to find my mystery guy, totally forgotten in my haze.

“Oh, right. You,” I say, my feet shuffling towards him.

“Forget me so soon?”

I answer by straddling him, my mouth careening towards his immediately. Or at least, careening towards the place I think his mouth is, hard to tell through the flashing lights that now seem to originate from his blurred face.

I feel his cock harden under me, a massive bulge that seems to damn near raise me from his lap. By far the biggest dick of any blur I’ve ever encountered.

I grind hard against him, smiling against his mouth when I feel him swelling ever further.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks, pulling momentarily away from me.

I can only laugh.

My skin is fucking vibrating, I’m living inside a rainbow, and my pussy is absolutely dripping wet.

Where the fuck do I need to go?

If anyone’s got a problem with what’s about the happen here, they better close their eyes.

This is about to get graphic.

I answer by sliding my hand between us, unzipping his pants with one fluid movement.

He groans in frustration, and I take the opportunity to grab hold of his cock, squeezing just hard enough to let him know how impatient I really am.

He sucks in air, throbbing in my hand.

“Alright then,” he says, grabbing my ass to stand with me still in his lap.

He turns, lowering me down onto the chair.

“We don’t have to leave,” he whispers, dropping to his knees in front of me.

Damn right we don’t. I feel his hands slowly sliding up my legs, clearly into build up. As much as I’m loving the way his fingers seem to send shocks through me, I just don’t have time for this shit.

I reach down, yanking my dress up on my own. I knew it was a good idea to skip the underwear today. He moans when I spread my legs, as clear an invitation as he’s gonna get.

“Fuck,” He groans a second before lunging forward.

His tongue presses its way into me like he believes my pussy is the gateway to the fountain of youth. The way he’s lapping at me, he might actually think it is.

I reach out with both hands, using his hair like reigns to guide him harder against me. At the same time I lean back, bells ringing loudly in my ears.

I close my eyes, finding that the lights follow me even there. I watch them dance slowly around each other while I raise my hips, thrusting at him in prefect sync with his tongue.

“Fuck yes!” I scream, the warmth in me turning up several notches. I’m fucking burning up from head to toe, heat searing into the center of me, flames seeming to lick at my skin as he licks my cunt.

My eyes fly open with the intensity, my ass rising off the seat to push back against him.

My fucking nerves are screaming at me, the combination of everything overwhelming them with sheer pleasure.

Still, I grind harder against him, wanting more even though I feel like I might just explode.

I feel his fingers slide into me and I scream, sounds of complete and utter ecstasy escaping me.

I’m pretty much supporting myself on my hands now, my ass having totally left the seat. I use every ounce of energy to thrust back at him, driving his fingers deeper into me with every movement.

I clench around him, feeling my muscles lock up even as my pussy does. All the energy in the room seems to spiral towards me, settling firmly between my legs.

Light flashes from every direction, painting the room in bright tones completely unlike the actual shop. I swear I can damn near feel the heat from it.

I drive my body harder onto him, impaling myself with his fingers, forcing him to fill me.

His lips wrap firmly around my clit, sucking at me hungrily.

I fucking lose it.

All dramatics aside, there are fucking explosions. I see them. The coffee shop flares brightly with each and every blast.

I come hard, the orgasm throwing me back as if I’ve been hit by an actual blow. My mouth falls open, for once silent from the mind-blowing intensity.

I shudder violently, my ass falling back to the chair with an audible thump.

I am coming and I can come forever.

At least that’s damn sure what it feels like.

Legs spread, his tongue still flicking away, I stare at the ceiling in utter amazement, orgasm pulsing through me like some lunatic heartbeat.

Colors swirl on the ceiling, painting pictures I could never even imagine. Fireworks still blast on the edges of my vision.

Coming this long might actually fucking kill a person, but I don’t care about that now.

I glance down as my orgasm ebbs, the world once again stretching to follow my gaze.

When it clears I smile down at him, breathing heavy, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

Through the blur, I see him smile back.