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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.

The Playboy Bunny Costume

Evan and Fiona had hoped their outfits would titillate as much as possible. Fiona’s Playboy Bunny costume and her boyfriend’s skimpy butler attire had turned many heads, much to their joy. Fiona’s corset bodysuit and black sheer stockings ensured that every curve of her body was accentuated magnificently. She felt incredibly sexy. Because Evan was wearing even less clothing than her – just a tiny thong, waist jacket and bowtie, she didn’t even feel self-conscious about her own skimpy outfit. It had been the perfect Halloween party: good company, plenty of fun and laughter, and a little arousing to see all of the sexy outfits on display.

It was once the pair returned home that things changed. They had already torn one another’s clothing away to unleash the pent-up arousal from the party. At some point during their sexual escapade, while they were hot and heavy and so close to fulfilling one another’s desires, they both were whisked away to another place. It was so instantaneous that as they looked around and realised they were no longer in their own bedroom, they were still in the middle of intercourse. Evan was still fully penetrating Fiona.

The Schoolgirl Costume

It all seemed like some crazy, diabolical dream. Yet it happened. I know it happened. I felt it, every touch, every vivid sensation. I can almost still feel those palms, those fingers. I tried to wake up, tried to close my eyes and will myself back here in my bedroom. It never worked. I was stuck in that classroom until every university student had their turn with me.

I knew it would be a classroom, though. The schoolgirl outfit I’d worn for the Halloween party sealed my fate, I’m sure. I was walking home, and as soon as everything went dark, I knew I’d wake up in a classroom.