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I only started breathing a few minutes ago but suddenly forget how to do it.

“What are you doing?” I ask. I’d let Clara do whatever she deems fit.

If she wanted to chop me up into a million tiny toothpicks, I wouldn’t resist. Her whim is my fancy.

I only ask now as I have a creeping suspicion she’s about to put her mouth on me, and I want to visualize it even for just a second so I don’t succumb to the bubbling pressure building in my abdomen. My penis feels dangerous.

“I want to make you feel good,” she purrs before opening her mouth and wrapping her full lips over my head.

Her mouth is on my penis. Her mouth is on my penis.

She swallows me, taking me in until I hit the back of her throat, and she gags.

Oh, Maker, I love my penis. I officially love my penis.

She pulls away, strings of saliva connecting me to her mouth. “I can’t take your whole cock. It’s too big.”

“My cock?” I get out with a pained whine. The absence of her heat on me is too much to bear. I hold onto the wall next to me to regain balance. I’m thankful she pulled away, though. That building pressure is becoming increasingly intense, and I have no idea what will happen next.

She giggles, her smile so magnetic that just the sight of it pulls a groan from my throat.

“That’s what some people call a penis. It used to sound crude to me, but I like saying it now.

” As she talks, she rolls her hand down my cock, using her saliva as the lubricant.

I can’t focus on her words when she does that.

I close my eyes, my vision turning blurry.

“ You can call me or my body anything you want, especially if you keep touching me like that.” My voice shakes.

“You like this?” Her strokes lower to as long as her arm will stretch.

“Maker, yes.” I can barely hold myself upright.

Something builds inside of me. I have only felt a few things in my recent period of being alive, but this feels powerful—even for a human.

It scares me like my insides are about to explode, and I have no control.

Clara seems to know what she’s doing—it sure feels like it.

I only hope that she doesn’t let this be the end of me.

Although, I wouldn’t mind ceasing my time alive like this.

She returns her lips to my cock, continuing her strokes.

In only a few seconds, a powerful force takes hold of me again.

“Oh no!” I yell. I’m scared, but Maker, I’ve never felt better.

It’s like every happy thought in the world exists in my body.

I can’t control myself. Something shoots out from my wooden member; I imagine it's the “maple syrup” substance from before. As I suspected, it feels like a lot. I’m horrified at myself, but I watch in awe as Clara moans and gulps it down.

Her hand is tucked into her underwear, moving frantically.

She’s touching herself as she swallows my liquid.

Whatever is happening right now is arousing her .

She doesn’t remove her lips from me until my penis slowly shrinks, moving closer to my body.

Her breath heavies and her hand remains up her skirt and down her underwear.

I drop to my knees, grabbing her arms. “What did you do to me?” I ask, mystified, examining her as if she holds the world’s magic in her touch.

Her eyes shoot open. “Did you like it? I’m sorry. I should have asked and made sure it was okay with you.”

I grab her, cradling her in my arms as if she’s a doll and I’m a human. “That was the most wonderful thing I ever experienced. I can’t thank you enough.”

She laughs, her hand on my chest. “It’s just a blow job, and it’s the first one I ever gave. I doubt it was that good.”

I shake my head and keep my eyes locked with hers. “That was not just anything. If people knew that you could elicit that kind of pleasure, they’d be lining out the door for your blow jobs!”

She laughs and slaps my chest. “No! You don’t give out blowjobs to just anyone. It has to be with someone special that you like romantically.” She scrunches her forehead and looks up as if in thought. “Well, I guess that’s not always true, but at least it is for me.”

“You like me romantically?” I ask with a smile.

Her cheeks redden, and she grins—wide and beautiful. I wish I could catch the sight of her like this forever. “Yes. I’ve always liked you a little more than I should like a wooden doll.”

“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”

“Oh, Pineo!” She wraps her arms around my neck and places her lips on mine.

This isn’t the first time she’s kissed me.

She would put her lips on me like this when I was a puppet, but I can kiss back this time.

I hold her closer to me, slipping my tongue into her mouth and tasting the inside of her.

She’s the first thing I’ve ever tasted, but I already know it will be the sweetest. I wish to taste all of her.

She moans into my mouth. My cock twitches.

I pull back, looking down at my wooden friend.

He hasn’t grown this time. Well, that’s not true.

His little wooden head pokes out from the hole he made in my pants, but he’s not nearly as long as before.

My body is confusing. I’m thankful I get to explore it with Clara.

Clara grabs my head, turning it back to her and placing her lips on mine. She kisses me with a deep hunger and makes noises like when she touched herself and I would watch from my shelf or the corner of her room.

I wonder if she’d let me touch her like that.

She did just touch me and put her lips on my cock.

I hope she’ll let me do the same. As much as it pains me, I pull back from her lips and look around the living room.

All the windows are open, and even though I can’t see anyone through them, I don’t want to risk it.

I walk down the hallway to her room, still holding her in my arms. “Where are we going?” she asks.

“I’d like to touch you, and I don’t want anyone to see. I don’t know why, but the thought of it makes my stomach flip.”

She laughs, gazing at me, her fingers locked in my hair. “It’s called jealousy.”

“Well, I hate it.” I’ve felt the feeling as a puppet, but now I have a name for it.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to be jealous. I’m all yours. I’ve always been yours.”

Her words warm my insides. We’re in her room, and I shut the door behind me. I’ve been here many times, but it looks so different from my new proportions. I don’t have time to take in everything, though. I have a woman to please.

I place her on her bed gently. She closes her eyes and arches her back.

I’m frozen. Maker, she’s beautiful. Her full breasts spill to her side, her brown hair mixing with her earth-colored quilt—I could stare at her all day.

I’ve already witnessed her pleasure before, alone and far away on my shelf.

Now I’ll be able to see up close. I can barely wait another second .

I fold over her, kissing down her neck. “Oh, Pineo.” She moans, running her fingers through my hair. I bring my lips to her ear. “I want to make your lips part around a perfect moan. I want to see you lost in pleasure under my touch.”

“I’ve never had someone touch me like that before,” she whispers.

I hold myself up on my elbows, capturing my eyes with her.

“And I’ve never touched anyone, so we’ll explore this new journey together.

I’ve spent many nights watching your fingers dance between your legs.

I’m certain I can move just the way you like.

” I know her expression so well. She bites her lip, and I can tell she’s nervous, but from the rosy blush on her cheeks and the way her eyes seem electrified, she’s excited about what’s about to happen.

I keep my eyes locked on hers as I slide up her leg and under her full skirt. She’s so warm and soft, and I nearly melt into her. I continue to move higher until I reach the apex of her thigh. It’s warmer here, nearly scorching, and my fingers seek out the source of the heat.

She gasps as I graze the outside of her lips, the beautiful peach skin that folds into her core.

I’ve watched her massage herself here many times.

The air would thicken with a sweet smell, her breath heavied, a wet sound flooded my ears, her eyes closed, and she strummed herself with an easy tempo until she cried out in a glorious pitch.

Here I am, right at the source of so much euphoria—right at the place I’ve always dreamt of.

I push my finger in more, softly and slowly. She gasps, her nails cutting into my wooden back. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I whisper.

“Pineo, it’s so good. Oh, God, it’s so much better than I could ever imagine.”

I’m barely even touching her. My finger just dipped in her wetness. I’ve never been able to feel her before, but I’m sure that this is the wettest she’s ever been. I imagine my wooden cock could slide right into her. It’s like her body was made for me—as if a divine Maker made her as well.

I stroke up and down her slickness, moving easily. She feels so good under my touch, and I moan. “Does this feel good?” I ask.

“Oh, yes. Pineo. Too good.”

“It feels good for me too. I think that sticky stuff might erupt from me again.”

“Oh God, that’s so hot!”

Her breath is heavy—like the weight of when she’s about to scream out, but I just started.

I don’t want the fun to end yet. I move down her until I reach her entrance.

I watched her dive her fingers into herself, wishing that was me filling her.

Now, I slowly stick one finger inside of her.

She clenches around me and cries out. “Oh, my God!”

I don’t know who this G od is, but I’m awfully tired of hearing his name coming from her mouth.

I lean in to her ear. “I only want to hear my name on your lips. I’m the one who’s filling you, not God.

” I don’t mean to be aggressive, but something comes over me when seeing her like this.

My cock is longer than before, but not as long as it was minutes ago, and it’s like it has a mind of its own—begging me to insert myself into her, to claim her, to never let her go.

She grabs my face, looking into my eyes. “Yes, Pineo. Only you.” Something settles inside of me. I’m sated partially. “Good, girl,” I whisper, continuing to insert one finger while I play with her bundle of nerves at the top of her sex.

“Yes, Pineo! Just like that!” she cries.

I knew she’d like it like this. I’ve always been a good student; now is my time to shine.

It usually takes her a while to finish her pleasure, but I’m confident I can make her reach her edge soon.

Not that I want this to end. No, I wish this could last forever, but I bet there are a lot more touching sessions in store for us.

I increase my speed, applying the perfect amount of pressure .

“Oh, my! Pineo! Why are you so good at this?” she’s panting over her words. “Fuck! That’s so good! I’m coming. I’m coming!”

“Yes, you are.” I kiss her temple as she convulses in my arms, and I loom over her.

Her body turns as rigid as my wooden cock.

She arches her back, and now I’m moaning—watching as she melts under my fingers.

My insides are mush again, and I erupt. Thankfully, it’s not as intense this time because I want to study Clara.

I’ve never seen something so powerful come from her, and I want to remember every moment.

I’m still strumming her, and she continues to rock against my fingers.

One of her hands brushes in the syrup dripping out of the hole of my pants.

She gasps, twirling her fingers in the substance and bringing it to her lips.

“Oh, you came, Pineo. Such a good boy.” She moans.

I like being called a good boy. It makes my cock grow again.

I continue to move in her juices until her body slacks, and she stills, catching her breath. I kiss every inch of her face and nuzzle next to her.

“I still don’t know if I’m dreaming,” she finally whispers after a moment of silence has passed.

I bury my head in the crook of her neck, soaking in the smell of the fresh sweat on her skin. “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”