Such softness and precision, working with so much intent against that sensitivity. This is the very element of sex, to devour such beauty, to tirelessly feast yet never once be full, always hungering for more. There is no moan, no scream, no word, that could ever signify that it is ‘enough’.

Every delicate, intimate fold of that sex, every calculated flutter of that tongue, so many details all hidden by such erotic contact. Only the most sensual pressure, skin against skin, lips against lips. 

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Designed for Pleasure

Those brief moments while you lie there, hands tied, blindfolded, thinking back through the day and realizing how many people would have wanted you in this position. So many eyes lingering on you, undressing you with their gaze, fantasizing about penetrating you in so many ways, daydreaming about those gorgeous curves hidden behind the fabric concealing your frame.

If only they knew how many times you’d strolled past them, merely hours after having teased yourself relentlessly, brought yourself constantly to the brink of that orgasm. You wonder now and again if that’s what they see in the back of their minds when they greet you or smile at you, that girl writhing in agonizing ecstasy, hips bucking as those fingers explore such a dripping wet, quivering delicacy, breasts heaving as you arch in a glorious scream of orgasmic bliss.

Now, you’ll be theirs. You wonder what you’ll feel first, his fingertips making a path from your neck to your sex, perhaps her hands caressing the outline of your body and exploring every curve. Those fingers, those mouths, those tongues, all ready to trail down your body and tantalize every segment of your sensitive milky white skin. You wonder when they’ll strip you, knowing how much everyone loves the way your lingerie clings so tightly, the way it tempts them even more to strip you and expose you. So helpless. Perhaps you’ll have to wait until you were begging for them to do it, to tear them off and just sink their mouths around that desperate pussy.

Soon, you’ll hear the sounds, the buzzing of the vibrators, ready to push your body to the brink. The sounds of the men stroking their cocks, wanting to feel just how tight and silky smooth it is to be inside you. The wet sounds of tongues lapping against your clitoris, trapping it to devour and suck it mercilessly. All those sounds are like background noise to your own tireless moans and screams. You won’t escape it. They’ll do everything they’ve wanted to do to you ever since witnessing you. And once they do let you come, once they have tormented you enough and brought you to the edge until it has nearly driven you mad with need, you will be forced to come until you beg them to stop. They won’t.

Every inch of you is designed for pleasure. Every hand around you is designed to lavish it upon you.

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The Need

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Anticipation once again permeated throughout the room as the audience took to their seats. The previous nights had been so intense, watching her being teased constantly without the hope of climax. Perhaps this would be the night that she’d be given respite from the agonizing need. It was such a tantalizing affair to watch such beautiful suffering, such desire, knowing that the performer had been selected due to her sensitivity. She was paid very handsomely. However, this was a way to see something beyond an act, to see raw passion so fully exposed, pure, unfiltered desire laid open beyond any mere performance. They were here to see sexuality at its finest.  

The slow, calculated bathing ritual was, of course, meant to arouse as much as cleanse. However, these last couple of nights had been pure hell even without their grazing fingertips; a glance towards her bare skin was enough to burn like a lick of flame. The silence was what made it all so much worse, particularly when she was on the stage. The intimacy of the small audience kept her aware of how every pair of eyes was constantly lingering on her body, letting her bask in the heat of the thoughts that must be racing through their minds. If the teasing touches from being bathed and prepared were like the ebb of the tide against her arousal, the man’s hands against her were like a tsunami crashing over her.

He had so much experience with teasing and tormenting his targets, honed to perfection and unleashed on this girl’s body all at once. The way his fingers trailed and played, caressed and penetrated. He always left the audience just on the brink as much as her, wondering whether she’d topple over, but he always knew when to stop. They had worked together for too long for him to make any mistakes, to not be able to read her little signs. They both wanted the same thing: for the audience to be able to taste the desire, to feel every pulse of longing. She wanted the men to feel that throb and imagine how it would feel within; he wanted the women to feel that convulsion and for them to moan in unison every time he entered her. However, as time went on, her attention veered from the audience and more onto herself as her mind joined her body in a desperate plea to climax. It was the same every day they performed, but as the week went on, it happened sooner and sooner. Though each time she whispered for him to please let her come, she was met with an audible ‘no’, loud enough for the audience to know what she’d asked and to let them revel in her sweet despair.

When his rock-hard cock was inside her, the tension was palpable. Every thrust seemed as if it would be the one to throw them over the edge; every wet slap of penetration was expected to be joined by her screams of release, yet still, they both held on. He had also spent just as long as her without orgasm, though he loved it, the way it made him feel so stiff and full and how much more it added to the show. It was, after all, all about the show; their pleasure was the centre stage. That was why, when she gasped that she was about to come and the audience held their breath in anticipation, he withdrew and simply motioned ‘no’. Leaving her on edge as much as the audience, perhaps tomorrow he’ll be at the point where his will would be broken, where the desire to show off the art of lust wouldn’t outweigh his desperate need to come. She, however, was already beyond that point. Perhaps tomorrow the artistic, sensual splendour of orgasm will be on display, but not tonight.

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The joy always lies in the thought of what is next.

Knowing that the vibrations will not yield, wondering how intense they’ll feel after the next few minutes.

Thinking of how you’ll possibly suffer through the next orgasm after how unbearably intense this one is.

Wondering just how sensitive your clitoris will get once the next wave of ecstasy threatens to drown you.

Aroused and terrified in near equal measure of how the device would feel if it pressed directly against your skin, without the barrier of the fabric slightly shielding it.

Curious when you might need to signal the safeword and whether the next orgasmic embrace will grip just that little too tightly. Questioning why feeling the restraints rendering you helpless makes the ordeal even more erotic, no matter how much you fight against them.

Continue to thrash and writhe and wonder; I’ll keep this right here and ensure that you find out very soon.

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Here’s to a magnificently erotic 2024!

Look out for several audio teases in the coming weeks (currently working on both a chest-focused audio and a very long edging challenge that you may be destined to fail).

Work is well underway on the next novel – the first instalment of an erotic fantasy saga. Expect samples on the way, though updates are always posted to Patreon. Thank you to all my Patreon followers. I can’t list supporter names due to wanting to ensure complete privacy for everyone who visits the world of PleasureTorture. But thank you all the same, and if anyone would like to join my Patreon, you can do so at www.patreon.com/pleasuretorture. As thanks, I try to provide very early access posts for stories and audio work.

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Futile.

Knowing the barrier of the fabric won’t let those fingers press right there.

Knowing those slender digits won’t apply enough pressure on your achingly in-need clit, or sink between your moist, swollen pussy lips.

Certain that you will not receive the friction you need or the intimate penetration that every inch of your body screams out for.

Certain that the pattern will continue, that those cruel, teasing fingertips will torment the gorgeously smooth mound of your femininity continuously.

Yet still, you thrust your hips up, rock your waist back and forth, as if it will make any difference. As if bucking and writhing will provide any relief or draw any mercy.

Utterly futile.

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Drawn by Desire – Night Out

Audio excerpt ‘An Erotic Encounter’ from the erotic novel ‘Drawn by Desire’ on Smashwords

Audio by PleasureTorture and CreativeIntentAudio. A chance meeting leads to a night of passion as she is introduced to pleasures she had never experienced before. An audio story involving teasing, edging and multiple orgasms.

Below is the entire chapter taken from the novel.

When the afterglow of orgasm faded, Lucy was surprised to see the time. The evening had sped by. Her friends would be picking her up in the taxi to the club in a little while.

After her second hurried shower of the day, she put on her black lace lingerie; their tightness for a second made her think back to the wand vibrator, how she could easily use it against her underwear once before leaving. She abandoned the thought, however, and searched for a tight-fitting dress. While she wanted to wear a perfectly fitting white, two-piece dress, she was not fond of her underwear showing through. It also occurred to her that it had only been a few months since her ex had bought it for her. It still felt strange wearing something from someone she had grown to dislike immensely. Deciding instead on a form-fitting red halter dress, she closed the sliding door of the wardrobe and admired herself in the mirror. The dress accentuated her slim figure. Even though she often wished she had a larger chest, the piece lifted them more prominently while hugging the curve of her ass nicely. Rather sharply, 9 p.m. had arrived.

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