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Have you ever noticed the way raw chicken drips like honey from your fingers? You don't think of what I do as glamorous in any way but my world is full of sensual experience. Seeing the chicken submerge into hot oil in a chaotic spuming of foam like the creation of the world. The feel of my plastic gloves penetrating the silky breading as I coat the wedges I have plunged my hands into ice water to get. When I cook, the smell of the food is only the beginning. I stare through the interlocking metal wires of the conveyor belt, lock my eyes on an island of solid metal and feel like I'm descending a steel waterfall of opposing motion. The thrumming sound of the vegetable slicer is my hypnosis. The hum of refrigerator fans, the roar of the oven drowning out the voices of the others like hearing music for the first time.

But I save my favorite sensations for the end of the night, drive home with the windows down, letting the cold wind whip over my cheeks and neck, carrying the scent of car fumes. Bucking against the leather I rub myself until the smell of sex soaks through my underwear, my jeans and onto my hand, thinking of my favorite sensations. At home I run my hands along the cool kitchen steel, I eat my seasoned rice savoring each bite, thinking of what's to come.

At the end of the night I walk into my bedroom and look down at my raccoon plush, the one I have been thinking of all day. I am already in my underwear, sitting on my bed ready to begin. As my hands explore the fur of his back and sides his whole body responds, arching and yielding as if he were alive. My finger dips into the torn seam below his tail followed by several more, swallowed into the silky smooth stuffing. I squeeze him to my breast, and the void of thoughts and feelings which I dare not feel for any other person pour into this raccoon shaped space. Tossing my shirt off, I rub him against my chest, my nipples and my stomach until the friction of fur against my skin catches my breath, my perineum. My apex. Did you know it could feel this way? I want to grab my cock and pound it until furious orgasm but I don't. Tonight I'm going all the way with this one.

I have never had a mate, never needed one. So what is this feeling building in my chest? I bury my face in his chest fur and inhale the sent of yesterday's underwear. Sweat and semen. Sex and urine. I push him back down to my crotch and warm fur envelops my balls. Warmth spreads through my body and over my skin as my heart beat chases my heightened senses. I am a body made to drink in these sensations. My cock traces and smears lines of precum into his chest as I massage the fur nearly desperately, flipping over onto a good humping position with my knees apart. The back of my legs are dripping sweat and the burning of my hip muscles as they begin to tire feels no different than the burning in my loins as I thrust into the yielding stuffing which hugs my erection down to the root. I can smell my orgasm from here. As it gets closer I try to steady my pace to control that ball of energy in my groin, to feed my passion without tipping over into climax. But the burning sensation is getting stronger and stronger, my muscles begin tensing involuntarily, my toes flex and my teeth clench.

I can't take it anymore, I'm reaching the point of no return. The pressure that has been building behind the lips of my cockhead all this time bursts through compressed in a wave of tension, energy pushed deep into this raccoon shaped space. Again the tension builds and bursts and I push nearly desperately forward even though I have entered him all the way and a third volley of semen erupts from my glossy purple penis. Then the tension in my chest bursts through, washing over my shoulders to my neck and back, my cheeks and my ribs and back down my spine, waves of euphoria, of tingling warmth flow over my extremities. A full body orgasm envelops my being as I hug this raccoon shaped space as if enough pressure could push him deep inside of me along with all the feelings that I have pushed into him. I know in all this that I am only loving myself. The world is my mirror and I am a narcissist, made to drink in my reflection on the shores of this ocean of ecstasy.

Though you don't think of what I do as glamorous in any way, my world is full of sensual experience.

'Champ' 2012. Thanks to fabolous for getting me off the fence about writing. There is no copyright, feel free to copy or distribute as you see fit. This is my first completed attempt at an erotic story. Help me improve by sending comments, feedback, suggestions to: [email protected]

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