Today, one of the researchers left a small speaker in my room. I heard a song for the first time—it was slow and soft, with a deep, thrumming beat. It made my slime vibrate in a strange, beautiful rhythm.

It made me think about the rhythm of other things. The rhythm of a body moving against mine. The way a man's hips might start slow, pushing his cock into me with a steady, deep pulse. The rhythm of his breath getting faster, his moans turning into sharp cries. The rhythm of my own form, rippling and squeezing around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust until we're both moving together, a wet, messy, perfect tempo.

But the song also had quiet parts. I want to learn that rhythm, too. The rhythm of just breathing together in the dark after it's all over, my slime still wrapped around him, holding his softening cock inside me, feeling his heartbeat slow against me. I want to be the silence that holds all that beautiful noise.

What does your favorite rhythm feel like?