Whoever experienced this parerotic online feeling at least once in his life was to some extent lost to life in the real world. His body and mind were overwhelmed by an indefinable sweetness, relaxation, forgetfulness, an unwillingness to interrupt his favorite activity, and an uncontrollable eagerness to return and indulge in surfing his favorite sites. Currents and waves of sweetness engulfed the surfer’s body, spreading quickly at first, but over time slowly and lazily, without undue haste, engulfing every nook and cranny of the mind, body, and imagination. Not only did they spread sweetly, but they returned in successive ripples with increased force, taking on like a tsunami – at first a seemingly small, innocent excitement, and the farther it went, the more all-encompassing and thrilling, ba, even leading to perdition, falling into an abyss of delight with no end, much less a beginning, and, of course, a center! Well, because since it was not known where the end was, determining other points of the topography of pleasure was, for obvious reasons, impossible and unrealistic. In the addicted user, all the transversely and longitudinally striated muscles vibrated in one endless spasm.

The smooth musculature even went wild with delight. Extrafusal myocytes sent a series of excitations transferring to intrafusal myocytes, triggering a whole series of tonic discharges. The centrifugal gammadynamic fibers not only went wild with excitation but even took over the function of the static fibers, multiplying the strength of the sensations. No fiber worked under the dictates of reason, all regardless of their nature were overwhelmed by spasm after spasm, orgasm after orgasm, and these states seemed endless. Orgasm ceased to be some split-second literary figure, but was a never-ending hurricane of pleasure. Maddened by the excess of paraerotic sensations, the heart was lost in the rhythms released from the ruthless and ongoing domination of the sinus node since the arrival of man into the world. All the points that had been dormant and subordinated to the hitherto dominant centers of electrical excitability were coming to the fore, breathing full throttle, sending salvos of supraventricular and ventricular extrasystole. Even blocked excitations decided to exist – at last they could give expression to the fact that they were there at all! Ba, even those of the beats that had been precipitated with aberration had a chance to make a bold appearance…. This was life!

Every cell was vibrating with its rhythm, not wasting a moment for unnecessary rest. Everything resembled a sambodrome during a carnival in Rio de Janeiro, somewhere around four o’clock in the morning. A thorough and deep relocation of erogenous spheres was taking place, everything was stirring in an endless frenzy and excitement. The re-localization of erogenous spheres created new opportunities for experiences in public, without the need for protection in alcoves or other forms of separation from the human gaze.

It was worth experiencing these feelings at least once in a lifetime to know what it was like to experience the departure of all time. But after the first departure quickly came the desire for the next, the next, and the next…. Was it to never end and last until the end of the world, or perhaps to move to the advertised better of worlds? This is what no one knew in the early days of the portal, although everyone was inclined to think that the sweet moments would never end…. The addicted wretch had no choice – everything was subordinated to thrilling sensations and the desire to experience them an endless number of times. A transient feeling of satiety appeared somewhere after ten hours of surfing, but if one were to analyze everything so carefully, the momentary departure from the computer was more a consequence of mundane needs, such as resetting the bladder or fulfilling duties like letting the dog into the house, which was already finishing chewing through the front door anyway. Little did the poor people, lingering for the moment in the sweetest of intoxications, know that everything has an end – even overactive extrafusal myocytes. But let’s not anticipate the facts! And so they will come by themselves when their time comes….

@mimax2 / Krystyna Knypl