False Alarm II

What ensued next, was reminiscent of a similar episode ocurred a few years ago.

It was sometime in the night, and we where in a park, with a moon lit sky and swaying leaves. I was posed on the edge of a picnic table, same as a turkey with a juicy cavity and tanned drumsticks on a Thanksgiving spread.

The gentle night breeze ruffled my hair, and tickled my bare legs, and places traced by a warm, velvety tongue. My reverie was interrupted by the sound of an engine approaching. I turned my head sideways abruptly, and felt a pull in my neck.

So the same thing happened that night as well as this afternoon inside a bathroom stall. Simultaneous to my orgasms, I felt a brain freeze, or simil to a brain aneurysm. It was an acute, intense headache, which curiously only lasted the duration of the orgasm.

After that park incident, I went to get an MRI, and even a spinal fluid extraction to further investigate the source of this excrutiating pain and enigma.
It turned out to be nothing, just a false alarm, although I avoided orgasms for several weeks.

This morning, devoid of obstacles of clothing, I attempted again to see if this horrific brain pressure would repeat itself during future orgasms. Thankfully, it did not. Just to ascertain myself that it would not again, I quickly rode the wave of my second orgasm, and was thrilled in more ways than one.

So, I have to conclude it was just a false alarm. As to the book, I finished reading it by nightfall.

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