Orgasmic Cephalgia

Oh, for fuck's sake, here it comes again. Right when I'm about to get off, too. The irony's not lost on me. My head's splitting open like a goddamn watermelon, but, oh, it's worse than that. This isn't just pain; this is some cosmic joke designed to ruin the one goddamn moment of joy I've got left.

Jesus, it's like a jackhammer just went off behind my eyes. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to make sex and agony intersect? Seriously, what kind of twisted shit is that? My vision's blurring, and it's not from the good stuff. Nope, it's this fucking ice pick headache stabbing through my skull. Right. Through. My. Fucking. Skull.

Goddamn it, my heart's racing like a damn marathon runner, and I'm teetering between ecstasy and the worst fucking migraine of my life. My pulse is pounding in my temples, and I'm pretty sure my brain is trying to escape through my eyeballs. Fucking brilliant.

I can't think straight. My thoughts are a jumbled mess of "yes, yes, oh god yes" and "make it stop, make it fucking stop." How the hell am I supposed to enjoy this when it feels like my head's about to explode? It's like my brain's throwing a tantrum because I'm having a good time. Fucking prick.

And there it is. The grand finale. The orgasm hits, and so does the mother of all headaches. It's a one-two punch that knocks the wind out of me. I'm seeing stars, but not in a good way. Every nerve ending is on fire, and my head feels like it's about to detonate. Fuck me. This is some sadistic bullshit.

Panting, shaking, I'm left lying there, a sweaty, trembling wreck. The pleasure's already fading, but the pain's still there, laughing in my face. Bastard. I can't even enjoy the afterglow because my head's throbbing like a son of a bitch.

Goddamn orgasmic cephalgia. The cruellest joke my body's ever played on me. Just what I needed to spice up my sex life – a side of agony with my ecstasy. Fuck.