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I want that intensity you felt, that sensation of being pushed to your limits, to be a foreshadowing of what you’d feel when I’m now buried inside you.

Surely you didn’t think I’d let your clitoris receive any rest, did you?

You know you deserve to be punished with ecstasy. Punishing you for how hard you make me throb while inside your body. Punishing you for how your moans and squeals make light up my fantasies. Punishing you for making me want to come so badly yet never wanting this situation to stop. Like a battle between our bodies, between how much pleasure you can take and how much I can give.

All the while, I see that look in your eyes that tells me everything I need to know.

‘More!’

I want you to know, while I devour your pussy, that everything within me is yearning to thrust inside you. My body constantly burns with the need to penetrate you, to feel your wetness clenching around my eager length.

That’s why I won’t stop. I want you to feel it too. I want to cherish your clitoris and feast on your sex until you feel that same need, until you desperately need me to fuck you, to penetrate you. Not because you truly understand how much my cock throbs to feel your softness, but because you know you couldn’t possibly handle any more, because you know my thrusts might give that delicate nub a little respite.

My finger feeling how much you clench when you come, my tongue feeling how swollen your clitoris gets, my head feeling how tightly your thighs squeeze when it gets too much… everything in me wants to make you feel so much more. It’s as if I want to punish your body more and more for how erotic you are.

Don’t worry, you’ll get what you need soon enough. You’ve just got to earn it, with every shudder, every moan and every climax.

The knowledge that you can be so easily stimulated with every sensation.

The gliding of fingertips seducing your imagination. The hum of a vibrator drilling ecstasy to your core. The flicker of a paintbrush sweeping pleasure across your intimacy. Even the dancing splashes of water heaping ecstasy upon your delicacy.

Your body is purpose built for pleasure. Use it as a tool to find sensuality in everything you can.

Even as the pleasure rises and feels a little too much, meet it and hold it, savour it. Let your flesh succumb to the desire of your mind as you hold yourself to the stimulation, until your hips want to buck and give in, until you try to pull away. Then continue just a little bit more, ready to scream out in bliss. Not for anyone other than yourself. Cry out in passion, a celebration of your constant erotic exploration. Knowing that next time, you’ll be sure to make yourself cry out just that little bit more.

Our bodies, A canvas for eroticism and sensuality.

Good girl. Thank me for the explosive pleasure, for the tidal wave of ecstasy that has you writhing.

The fact that you naturally keep your hands above your head means you recall all of the times they are tied there, so used to being helpless, unsure whether you’ll be thanking me for an orgasm or clenching uselessly in the frustration of denial.

Be thankful for this mercy, as you know it doesn’t come frequently.

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How much our bodies entice us, when just those little pieces of fabric are the only thing coming between what we want to do to one another.

The physical embodiment of anticipation.

The Angel Costume

“You’ve told us again and again that you were only dressing up as a sexy angel for Halloween. Continuing to scream it out again and again isn’t going to stop us from taking turns making you come in every manner possible. You’re in our domain now; Succubi and Incubi just can’t get enough of angels like yourself.”

The 80s Costume

Surely just dressing in an 80s pop star fashion wouldn’t cause any concern. That’s what Mary had hoped, yet as soon as the Halloween party was over, as she was being driven home, everything changed.

Suddenly, it was as if everything had been paused. The driver was gone, yet everything around her was still in a blur, as if her surroundings had paused while in motion. Before Mary could try and make sense of what was happening, sounds began emanating from the prop headphones she was wearing. The whispers that flowed into her mind were accompanied by sounds of men and women in a state of ecstasy. Instantly, Mary was put into a state of warmth and contentment. Visions of sex and foreplay played in her thoughts as arousal quickly flooded throughout. The sounds, the whispers all describing each of Mary’s deep-seated fantasies, were like an erotic spell being cast on her.

The Monster Costume

Jane tried with all of her might to communicate with the scientists, yet they acted like they didn’t understand her. All she was to them was a test subject. As much as she strained, screamed and pulled hard to get away, they continued their experimentation on her.

It felt like days had passed since she’d woken up here. Having been dressed as a sexy monster with fangs and horns, Jane found herself suddenly strapped down on an examination table, stripped of the little clothing she had worn for the Halloween party.