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The preparation. Feeling every inch succumb, that mixture of softness and hardness, throbbing and pulsating. Getting it wet as if preparing it for your entrance, feeling it twitching in anticipation between your lips and imagining the feeling of it within your pussy. Every flicker of that tongue, each suction of that mouth, the constant slick gliding motion, hoping it feels as tortuously wonderful as you imagine.

Every little moan makes it somehow even stiffer, harder. You wonder if she can feel every pulse and twitch the same way you feel every convulsion of her pussy as she comes so intensely once again. You forget how many times you’ve reached the edge, how often you’ve come so close, that silky, slippery, wet little entrance caressing every inch so tightly. All you know for certain is that you won’t stop. As long as she can scream, she’ll take it. Every time she says she can’t come anymore, the next orgasm proves otherwise, which makes every hard thrust and little squeal of pleasure that much sweeter.

Uncertainty (5/5)

The fifth time, that burning torment turns into an inferno, a raging fire that consumes you. The feeling takes over everything. No longer fantasizing about the situation or scenarios that would turn you on even more – all your focus is between your legs and the joy which that part of you would feel if given the chance. Finally, you feel that little bit of penetration that you crave. This time you come.

Good girl.

Harder than you imagined, the surprise making you gasp as the orgasm hits so intensely. Then, just as you want more, it slows down, not letting you ride it out for as long as you hoped.

It’s the penetration that captivates you, the mixture of sensations that melt together. Your clitoris is on fire, but not one that you want to put out yet, keeping it going, stoking it further. The next time it stops, forced to edge again, it’s worse. Now that you’ve felt that heaven between your thighs, you have to have so much more. But still, you are made to reside on the brink again and again until you can no longer take it. Once it’s absolutely too much, then you’ll feel what you need most, and it won’t stop… but not a moment before.

Uncertainty (4/5)

The fourth time, that ache of need turns to a burn, that sensation that fills you throughout. It won’t be quenched until you get it, and that’s when you start to plead for it.

Those fingers, those toys, are always able to tantalize you to the very pinnacle, working you like the finest instrument and playing the perfect melody. Right on the edge, if only something could press just inside, or just against your swollen clitoris merely for a moment more. But no, it stops once again, leaving you to beg. Such an erotic thing, begging someone to let you orgasm. Begging to be granted the wonderful release of pent-up pleasure that you need oh so much.

Untitled (3/5)

The third time, that sting of need starts to swell to an ache. The little murmurs turned to moans. You know how those sounds turn me on, and you start to hope they make me show mercy. Deep down, though, you know they won’t; the more you moan, the more I want. The harder it gets, the closer you feel to coming, the more you know that you won’t climax this time. This time, when it stops, you start to ask for it; that’s when you know we’ve truly begun…

Uncertainty (2/5)

The second time, that flutter of desire turns to a sting of need. Good girl, keep it going; we are just beginning. The way your hips just rock into the movement, how your nipples feel so stiff and tender against any glancing touch, your pussy so invitingly wet, your body just giving every signal that it needs it… but not yet…

Uncertainty (1/5)

It’s the uncertainty that gets you the most. Wondering whether this time, maybe this time, you’ll get to feel that orgasm. Just like how your own fingertips – your own control of the toy – still leave you unsure of just when; will you give yourself that mercy and let the orgasm overtake you, or will you keep going until your body gives out first, unable to hold it back?

The first time, just the slow and steady rise while your legs spread apart, exposing you. Perhaps your legs are pushed apart fiercely, letting you know just who is in charge, yet you keep them held like that, inviting the exploration. Maybe it’ll happen though, that little thought crossing your mind that an orgasm now would be the biggest shock. The surprise and urgency making it all the more intense. But no, not yet, of course. It pulls away. The first time is playful, teasing in the lightest sense of the word. After all, you aren’t begging yet. So much more time to feast on your pleasure…

There are few things more erotic than watching someone and being watched.

The joy of knowing that they want to experience what you are feeling and understand how it should feel yet can only imagine the precise sensations at that very instant. Knowing that they can witness you at your most intimate, a peak into moments that others could only fantasise about, amplifies the pleasure.

For the person watching, it’s trying to replicate that same level of stimulation while wondering just how much further things will go – how intensely things will progress. We all know those little sensual areas, those intimate activities, yet it’s a different matter entirely when the door is opened and when invited into those most sexual moments. Whether any physical contact is made at all doesn’t matter. Simply being a witness to the event is as much a part as the physicality itself. Those little glances, those little smiles and moans… the brief moments of eye contact penetrate even deeper than even the hardest suction or the most powerful thrusts.

I don’t want to devour your pussy just to make you come right now, I do it so that it’s what you think of every time your mind wanders, every time you daydream and fantasize. Day after day, night after night, never leaving your thoughts.

Those minutes at the fastest and most intense. It isn’t about making myself come, it isn’t about making you come. The real drive is, just for a moment, to know and feel exactly what you are feeling right now. Every moan, every scream, feed off it then hunger for more. Just don’t stop while your pleasure becomes mine.