"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun".
The future and the past all feel like a dreary haze, a liquid entity that would merely slip through her fingers, the only solidity is in the present: the longing, the torment, the unendurable present that consumes her.
Occasionally the instances that brought her here flash in her mind, an insignificant check-up with the doctor… that check-up which had stirred so much within. She had thought the prescription would be of little consequence, yet the constant arousal within her after taking it seemed to be too out of the ordinary to ignore. When she had brought it up with the doctor at subsequent visits, he simply gave her a short examination, one which involved him touching her more than she had a feeling was necessary; it was as if he could see her thoughts and had delved into those locked away fantasies. After the examination, he’d given her a stronger dose to take, unsurprisingly, it made her even hornier. The more she masturbated, the more the desire seemed to consume her. Day and night, sexual thoughts clouded her mind while the desire to touch lingered without respite. She couldn’t take it, she had to return. She did not even question it when she was made to change into a gown, as if she were to be staying for a long duration, nor did she question him requesting that she changed there in his office, the idea turned her on even more. All she wanted was for the sensations to die down, yet the thought of his eyes lingering on her made her melt inside, she tried to pretend that it was the prescription that had made her lust after this man even more.
In this moment, she is nothing but a helpless exhibition of lust.
The show had been a hit for the night, the audience all applauding at every expected moment, yet the erotic dancing and the simulated displays of passion were all merely a warm up for the main act.
After an evening of enjoyable yet light entertainment, the audience were anticipating what they had been truly waiting for, ready for the curtains to open once more for the final show.
Silence descended over the room as the curtains opened, revealing the nameless starlet, hanging helplessly and exposed to the female teaser standing beside her, ready to give the crowd what they wanted. A wet, tantalising heat seemed to radiate from the stage as the teaser wordlessly began her work.
The audience sat in silence, appreciating the beauty before them, each devouring the visual splendour, soothed with the delicious whimpers of arousal drifting through the room like the softest notes of music ever played. The starlet could not stop herself from whimpering and moaning with pleasure while the silence of the audience – locked in awed concentration – seemed to amplify the sound of every wet slap to her pussy. Every stroke and teasing touch made her shiver in need for more, yet she knew that the teaser was not here to give her such relief: the audience was here to see much more.
The teaser knew just when to hold back and just when to push a little further, just when to nibble the girl’s pussy lips and just when to push forward and suck on her clitoris hard. The only time the audience made any noise was when murmurs of appreciation spread amongst them once the starlet began to beg. This is exactly what the audience had come to see, desire at its rawest, at its purest, at its most intense.
On Patreon there is a poll which is open to all, just seeing if a sample clip of an upcoming full video is something you’d want to see. You can find the poll here (or feel free to simply message what you’d prefer on here).
So exposed, the centre of your world completely devoured, feeling every twitch of your hips.
After a long session of teasing followed by the surge of orgasmic release, this subject is rewarded with a little tickling. An extended clip from a session focusing on tormenting her post-orgasmic body with the slightest touches of cruel fingertips.
Why do you keep posting stories and no more videos? You promised to upload the rest of the last video tease a year ago.
Very true, it amazes me that a year has passed since then! The main problem is that I’m quite the procrastinator. Going to finish the editing on that video (it’s not a very long one at all) and get it uploaded as soon as possible.
A big thing as well is that I avoid posting any video until I’ve got the ‘okay’ from the person in it. I only recently made contact again with the girl involved in the session to make sure they were fine with the edited parts being used. Now that I have the ‘go ahead’, I can post this new segment a lot faster.
In the meantime though, I’m just in the process of uploading a little extended scene from a session which involved a little tickling. I have had lots of requests for tickling based content, so this seemed like a nice little upload in response to that (was meant to be posted along with a past video but never got around to it due to the Tumblr issues). Will be putting it up by the end of the day.
Overall though, the stories will always be the focus, as it is very rare to be able to do a session with someone who wants video footage uploaded. If anyone would like to do a session and have it filmed, please feel free to contact me. Also, so often, written content can ignite the imagination much more than visuals ever can.
Those words she had uttered so long ago would be used against her over and over again.
Victoria had suspected something was unusual about the photo shoot, considering how abruptly her friends seemed to have planned it, yet she couldn’t deny that the idea enticed her. Doing a fully nude erotic shoot, with all four of them posing together, was never something that she’d have admitted to fantasising about, yet she agreed the moment they suggested it.
The moment her friend’s boyfriend entered the room and began setting up the camera was when she realised something was off. She looked at him, blushing at the thought of their night together only a week ago, and saw his smirk as a sign that the girls knew their little secret. Her friends pounced, pulling her down onto the makeshift bed and wrapping her in a blanket of skin and eager fingers. Part of her wanted to escape, to push them away and run from the room, yet her deepest desires kept her locked in place.
“You told him not to stop making you come? You just couldn’t get enough could you? Don’t worry, we’ll abuse your pretty little pussy just the way you wanted him to. ”