Behind the Desire: orgasimic sex

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in orgasimic sex. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with orgasimic sex,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“orgasimic sex, orgasimic sex, orgasimic sex!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “orgasimic sex” down on the streets fifty stories below.