It’s all about wanting to pleasure you until there is no more pleasure left for you to take.
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It’s all about wanting to pleasure you until there is no more pleasure left for you to take.
My boyfriend doesn’t seem to be really drawn to sex and I am going insane, what do I do?
The best thing is to communicate with him on the subject. Perhaps he doesn’t know how much it’s affecting you, or he might not even know there’s a problem at all. It’s all about conveying your wants and desires. However, if it simply is that it’s something he’s not drawn to and there’s been no change with that even after you’ve spoken to him, it could be something that won’t ever change. Sexual urges and desires are like any other matter of taste; you can’t just will yourself to be into something that doesn’t engage you. It could be that he is not a sexually motivated person at all, so there may be nothing that could be done or changed (think of it a bit like trying to force someone to be sexually engaged when they can’t be in the same way as someone trying to stop you from being a sexual person, it just wouldn’t be right or fair). But still, it all falls back to communication and figuring out what will work for you both and what won’t.
Came across 2 authors who had some nice tease and denial in their work – Lora Leigh and Gianna Simone. Do you have any other suggestions – aside from yourself?(I think your stories are super-hot too!!) It’s so hard to find T&D that isn’t violent or degrading (not into that myself). Also, what do you find the most effective in teasing/torturing a woman? Love stories where the man is tongue-fucking the woman-never experienced it, but imagine it must be super frustrating.
Hopefully, some readers may also find some enjoyment in looking up such content, too, as there is not all that much genuinely good tease and denial that I have found, so the more that can be found, the better.
I think the most effective is being able to tease without even touching… just letting someone feel my breath against their thighs while whispering exactly what I want to do to them and letting them think for a moment how it will feel when my lips finally press right where they want it. The mental tease that goes along with the physical. I plan to write some first-person accounts of sessions etc (with a bit of a fantasy element to the scenarios as opposed to just a regular account of it) that should give some nice insight into what I personally enjoy most in those moments and what I find most effective.
Your work has brought back my love for myself and I cannot thank you enough! The stories, the gifs you choose to create for them, your voice when you make the audio teases, nothing in a long time has turned me on so much and I want you to know how much i appreciate the effort you put in to identifying our fantasies and erotic thoughts. I have looked for so long for posts and blogs that celebrate female sexuality and have bondage that is not degrading or painful looking so it was a joy to find yours. please dont stop doing what you do!
Thank you for the message. Nothing is better in life than being able to ignite the imagination of others; I will not stop as long as I am able to create such content. Thank you also to all the similar messages received. I’m sorry that I can’t post them all, but it means a lot to receive them. So, thank you all.
She found herself in hell. It was beyond torture at this point. No matter how much she cried and begged and screamed, he wouldn’t give her what she needed. What should have been a heavenly sensation was constantly being turned into a hellish ordeal as the convulsion of orgasm tore through her without the warmth of fulfilment. Again and again, ruined orgasms were thrust upon her.
Even when she wasn’t tied up, she didn’t try to fight back at first. She thought she might have been able to handle it better. She also hadn’t expected him to continue doing it to her.
She hoped that soon enough, the warmth of her pussy and the way it softly enveloped his cock would entice him to stay inside and continue thrusting. She soon prayed that the eroticism of her movements and the way that she moaned and squealed as she came would make him falter. He didn’t.
Every time he thrust inside and brought her to the pinnacle, he stopped right as she came, letting his cock slide out, watching as she shivered and winced, the scald of a ruined orgasm wreaking havoc on her. It left nothing but a dull ache and a need for something so much more. He fucked her to that point repeatedly and continued to stop, ensuring she hit that brick wall again and again.
Even as she tried to grind against him, to ensure he felt how wonderful it would be to remain inside her, he still withdrew, leaving her to rub helplessly against his tip. It did nothing to quell the need. Her pussy felt as if it were constantly convulsing in desperation for more penetration, for more friction, for anything.
Her body hurt with longing, her pussy swollen, a raw, red wound of unfathomable sensations. When he gripped her wrists and fitted those familiar cuffs on the headboard to them, he reminded her.
“Don’t forget… this is what you wanted. Isn’t it? You couldn’t handle the forced orgasms last time we played. You were begging me not to make you come any more. You said to me, ‘Please don’t make me come more. I can’t stand it.’ Well, this time, I won’t make you endure forced orgasms. You kept begging me to stop fucking you. You kept crying when I continued to thrust inside your gorgeous pussy while you were coming, screaming out that it was too intense for you.”
She’d have given anything to feel his cock continue to thrust while she hit her orgasm. Even if he kept going when it was too sensitive, it would have been better than this.
Each time he withdrew, he simply watched as her hips rocked and pushed up for more, her body writhing in frustration. She pulled desperately against the cuffs and wept in her ruined orgasm agony. It didn’t stop anything.
Repeatedly he kept fucking her and stopping before admiring his work, her torment. He was so aroused watching the display. It was difficult not to continue feeling her silky soft walls clenching around his manhood and to have to pull out even as he was nearing his moment. He gladly suffered. The more torment he inflicted, the more she moaned and cried out, the more he pulsed and throbbed. It made it even worse for her each time, having to feel how swollen and stiff he was as he entered her each time.
She would have preferred to have been denied than endure this. To have her orgasms ruined every single time, repeatedly and in succession, without mercy, was unbearable. Pleasure being used as a cruel torture. It was worse to see the enjoyment on his face that her suffering brought him – such a sadistic delight in constantly ruining her orgasms.
Relentlessly, what should have been a gush of heat and relief, a tight ball erupting and unravelling, was replaced with an emptiness that left the ball still tightly wound. An electric shock of sensation with no outlet, no spiral of bliss, just sensation without form. Pleasure without relief.
No matter how often she fantasised about this scenario, it never made it easier to endure. Soon enough, her pussy would become too desensitised to handle any more. She wasn’t expecting, however, that when this did occur, he’d simply go down on her and work her clitoris with his mouth. Repeatedly he’d suck her clitoris and stop every time her hips thrust upwards in climax. Not once, even from oral, would she receive the mercy of a full orgasm. It would continue until she could not come any more.
Maybe next time, he’d let her choose: forced orgasms or ruined orgasms. Right now, he knew she’d choose anything other than another ruined orgasm… if only she had a choice.
Continue reading RuinedAnticipation: that tantalising, delicate tension in the air, the heartbeat fluttering in every motion, the prickling heat that first marks the inferno to soon engulf.
Anticipation is sexuality at its most primal, the moments before the fantasy of imagination meets the potency of reality.
A whisper of what could be. Until you finally feel its touch.
Continue readingCan you handle the entire tease?
Combining two sensual audio teases into one erotic ordeal.
Meditate on your arousal. Let your palms, the relaxing sounds, and my words sweep you away in bliss. Endure 90 minutes of sensual touching and build-up.
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Unwind and indulge in your state of arousal. Relax as your fantasies guide you towards what your body desires.
A meditative piece of erotic audio, allowing you to focus on another’s pleasure as well as your own.
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When you’re between my thighs, no matter how much I shiver, shake and clench, no matter how tightly I squeeze your head or how hard my hands push against you, do not stop doing exactly what you are doing to me.
It isn’t just the actions themselves that make me melt; it’s looking down and seeing you so entirely absorbed in what you’re doing, so entirely absorbed in my pleasure, that makes me never want to try and stop you, no matter how intense it becomes.
Continue readingPerhaps behind the blindfold, you imagine being on display, many surrounding you, so many hands and mouths teasing you as you sit helplessly.
Maybe you’re thinking of your latest fantasy while restrained, free within the confines of your mind to indulge in thoughts of being penetrated and explored so fiercely and thoroughly.
Feeling the restraints around your wrists and ankles, holding you in place, allows you to fantasise about being devoured while so confined. Fantasising about pulling on those cuffs while that mouth torments you so wonderfully, knowing it won’t stop no matter how much you strain and writhe.
You could even be thinking of being entirely untouched while others watch, simply basking in your exhibitionist fantasies as the same powerful vibration constantly chips away at your resolve. It is constantly just a little too much, yet you never want to give in. You never truly want it to stop, and the restraints help ensure you can’t out an end to it.
Or maybe you’re imagining being alone, no one else around, simply exploring yourself and letting the toy be the only thing between you and ecstasy. Your fantasies being fueled by the needs of your body, your need to traverse the heights of ecsatsy.
No matter what is running through your mind behind the blindfold, you’ll need to get used to the quivering, the orgasmic convulsion and the physicality of straining hard against those restraints while the vibrator stays in place. Regardless of what is on your mind, my goal is to compete with your imagination, and show you that me in reality wants to be far crueller to your pussy than whatever your imagination concocts.
Continue reading BlindfoldIt doesn’t matter how much you beg and scream or how much you say ‘please!’
It’s not about how much you can take, or if you can take any more at all.
It’s all about how much more I’m going to make you take.
Continue readingIt is not simply a want or merely a desire. It is absolutely a need. The need to feel you at your limit, to know that you are experiencing pleasure that your mind craves yet your body struggles to handle.
The need to feel your sensitive pussy clench as your delicate body succumbs to the inevitable. The need to hold you back and make sure you fully endure it, to prevent you from protecting your hypersensitive clitoris from what you truly crave. The need to feel you trying to make me stop, yet never actually trying to get away.
The necessity to never stop hearing you moan and scream in ecstasy, to feel you shudder and shake in overstimulation. A need, an addiction, an obsession with your pleasure.
I need it just as much as you do.
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