Now.

I want a big fat juicy orgasm. I want to seek it and find it. I want that molten throb through my body. The electric zap from my spine out through my limbs. I want to feel my scalp tingle and my eyes rolls back in my head. I want my vision to sear black. I want to see stars. I want my cunt to seize and buck and writhe and shimmy around his hot driving cock/tongue/hand/whatever. Oh the mounting thrill as it builds and I lose even autonomic function. My throat seizes; I can't breathe. I lose all conscious thought as I grab him into me, hungrily devouring him, using him, my body flailing, my mouth in a snarl of selfish satisfaction. Underlying panic that it will elude me, and the grateful swirling relief when the wave catches me and pulls me under, filling my ears, my head as my body is churned and carried by the current. I want to gasp and land, washed up, on the shore. I want to grind against him to catch the last few extra throbs. I want to make my body do that thing that it can, not just to walk, to reach, to step, to sit, to eat, to carry. My body can do this thing; I want to make it happen. I want it to happen now.