…And again, you moan in need. That familiar, euphoric surge emanates from between your legs through your very core as the vibrator once again presses to you. The pleasure becomes addictive, constantly circulating as you fantasise about every time before, about how intense it had been.
The same scenarios in your imagination present themselves, yet they become a little more intense than last. The gentle touches become firmer caresses, and the soft strokes become harder pinches.
The look of the device itself adds to the tremors within you. It is so sleek yet powerful, designed solely to press against your intimacy and bring you to the heights of human pleasure. Made to elicit the most extreme joy and ensure you absolutely scream out in ecstasy. You press it harder to yourself, the pulsating vibrations drilling deeper. You remember how intense it was last time. As your hips buck and your legs shake, you wonder if this will be the same or even more extreme.
You rub it against yourself, deciding there and then not to give yourself any mercy. You don’t want your fantasies to involve any mercy, so you try and make your actions match. It helps you pretend that you have no control, that your body simply has to succumb to the will of the device, this unfeeling, merciless and unstoppable entity.
Maybe next time you’ll be a little kinder to your sensitive pussy, to your swollen clitoris that has surely had enough and taken all it can endure. For now, you’ll push yourself further, grinding the vibrator against it and not caring how much noise you make.
The mental images become more vivid. Every figure and action is destined to leave you quivering in orgasmic bliss and prolonging every scream. Your thighs tighten against the vibrator, almost making you fight against your own body to give yourself the erotic torment you need. Everything has built up to this moment; you don’t dare give in to the notion of going easy on yourself. Last time, you knew you wanted it to be even more of an ordeal, so you’ll make sure of it.
The vibrations ripple through your sex, up your body and out through your mouth with every stuttered moan. It’s so close.
It has built up to this moment. The thoughts, the friction, the penetrating vibrations. It all forms a mass of ecstasy that has to be unleashed. You can’t take it any more. You have to give yourself that release.
Yet, you stop. Right at that moment, just as your body hopes it will receive that act of kindness. You pull the vibrator away at the last second. You lay back for a moment, trying to control the ecstasy that seems trapped inside, your body fighting to find a way to let it escape. The people in your fantasies all go back to touching gently, fondling and teasing so softly, ensuring you remain held in this state of heightened arousal.
You can’t wait too long. You need to start again any second to ensure that next time will be even more of an ordeal. Maybe next time, you truly won’t be able to hold it back. In a few seconds, you once again press it between your legs and repeat the cycle. Maybe next time you won’t be able to stop yourself.
And again, you press it to your throbbingly aroused pussy…
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