OJS/This feeling to never end
From Create Your Own Story
You don't want to stop orgasming. Ever! This is the best feeling there is, and you never want it to wane, and never want to get bored of it.
And so began your life of constant, unrelenting pleasure. You would no longer have to face the toils of mortals - you would be above such concerns. Food, water, air and stimulus would all succumb in the face of incessant orgasms.
At first, you were a curiosity. The Woman in Perpetual Orgasm, as the news would describe you. Showing neither shame nor need for sustenance, you were transported to a university of medical science for examination. Research turned up nil, and scientists were baffled at this unfathomable disregard for the laws of physics. You even appeared to constantly excrete vaginal fluids, but their source remained a mystery hidden away under your perfect, impenetrable skin.
New schools of both science and philosophy arose from your odd state of being. Those who approved of the reality of the situation ranged from people who worshipped you as a fertility Goddess, to those who wished to attach you to a dynamo for a perpetual motion machine.
Some came to the conclusion that the universe must hold some unexplained forces, totally unknown to current sciences. Some rejected your existence altogether. Some even correctly deducted that the breaking of Newton's laws meant that existence itself must either be a simulation or a work of fiction.
Millenia went by. The human civilization thrived, rose to the stars, and eventually succumbed to a select few outposts. You however, remain on Earth, still furiously masturbating and orgasming in as much ecstasy as ever, now floating in a lake of your own fluids, accumulated over thousands of years.
Five billion years later, the Sun is beginning to fail. The Earth's surface has long since been drowned under the ocean of your discharge, which appears to posses your impervious qualities, and does not congeal or evaporate. As you gaze upon the beauty of a Red Giant on the sky, you come for the 31,556,926 billionth time. It still feels as good as the first time.
After 10 billion years, the White Dwarf that is our Sun has finally dwindled into nothingness, and the planets in our Solar System are scattered into the all-encompassing void that is outer space. You remain, in perfect mental and physical health, still grinding away, still cumming around once a second. Earth as we know it no longer exists. Instead, you float on the surface of an entire planet of your own mucus.
Then for a long time, nothing of interest happened. But you didn't really notice, since time means nothing to an immortal like you.
A googol years has passed. This immeasurable amount of time might've reduced the universe to a heat death, but it has not put a dent to your urges. In fact, now if ever is the best time to wank - there's nobody and nothing to bother you!
And so you continue, on and on. After all notion of time has passed, after even the most formidable of supermassive black holes had evaporated into nothingness, you remain stoically in solitude, experiencing Earth-shattering orgasms at every flip of your wrist.
At one point however, something happens.
