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It Seemed Easy

It seemed easy enough. Just don’t ask them to make her come.

She had built the night up in her mind for many weeks before the event. The prospect of being able to play with so many couples and acquaintances whom she trusted had kept her up on many nights, playing with herself at the fantasies of exactly how they’d fuck her and how she’d be used on the night.

She’d been to the swingers nights many times before and made numerous friends. They all enjoyed just how sensitive she was and learned enough about her over the months to know it was better to take their time with her, as she became so incredibly sensitive after her initial orgasm. As often as she’d voiced her desire to experience multiple orgasms when she was in the moment, it always became too much to handle.

As the night commenced, she loved that everyone there was a familiar face. There were no awkward introductions or the necessity to feel people out and get to know them more. She was able to let her guard down instantly and simply focus on the sexual exploration in store.

The fiercest desires stem from the faintest contact.

We need the build up. We need the teasing. When pressing the Hitachi wand firmly against you and not moving it away, all of this will have been necessary.

The slow, steady teasing and pulling it away before you can truly get used to the vibrations. This is what helps keep you guessing what it’ll feel like when I truly focus on that one little sensitive place. All of this build-up helps ensure that when the vibrations are drilling through you, it feels far more intense than you anticipated. It’s all to make sure that the contrast between the soft start and the powerful ending takes your breath away.

By the time your hips are thrusting and swaying, I want to make sure that you couldn’t have imagined a level of pleasure so intense that you’d almost feel the need to escape from it.

After all, I’d never want you to think that I’m taking it easy on you.

The Language of Ecstasy

You need not speak any words.

The focus is on you, solely on your pleasure and your response to my touch.

To build you up and to bring you gently back down, always simmering, that constant heat of arousal.

Feeling those fingertips tantalise you, letting you know just how much I yearn to explore your intimacy. Just a taste for now though. Working you up to that pinnacle before lowering you, The urgency of being brought to the edge so quickly takes you by surprise, though it leaves you wanting so much more.

Now it is time to tease you. It’s not about teasing you with the thought of how good it will feel when you come, it’s about the slow building of pleasure and making you wonder just how much it can keep rising. Lavishing every detail of your body with the most minute touche. All to make you realise just how sensitive you are to the attention. Circling your nipples in the slowest and softest ways, not just to make you internally crave more, but to keep you acknowledging just how stiff those little peaks have become.

Every movement, every stroke and caress, all calculated to sweep the sensations throughout every inch of your body. All in a bid to make sure that it isn’t just your hips that rise and fall with need, it’s to make sure that every muscle in your body wants to contribute to rocking those hips with longing.

By the time I finally make you come, it’ll be at the point when your body has no other choice but to do so, but your mind wants to hold back in a bid to keep this lasting forever.

That is why words are not needed here, all I need listen to are for when your breath turns to a sigh, when your sigh turns to a moan. The language of ecstasy, wordless, yet I’ll hear every plea.

By now I’m sure you know that it’s about me showing you what every part of me can do to you.

By now, you know that I want you weeping in ecstasy.

This is why I wanted you to tell me when you couldn’t come any more from my cock. When you felt like you’d handled all of the orgasms you could take. I wanted to show you that my lips around your clitoris once again would rekindle that fire.

Now, as you come once again, I’ll have to keep going just to punish you for lying. To punish you for telling me that there was no more left.

This is exactly why I’m so patient, why I hold myself back. When I come… when you finish me off however you want to… it’s not just because I’m bursting with need. My orgasm happens because we’ve reached that point when you absolutely can’t handle any more. And not a moment before.

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.

Image source from: Hegre