The smoothness as you let it glide between your lips before feeling that vibration against your tenderness. There is a little voice in the back of your mind that urges you on to slide it underneath, to trap it against you. Even as it becomes more and more intense, that little voice compels you to fight the urge to stop it. Your legs, your hands, your hips… powerless against the desires of your sex to be pushed further and further. You whisper to yourself that you can’t take any more; the voice in your mind tells you that you must… that you will.

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When I have you here on your own, helpless to me, I want to make you come so hard that you don’t know whether you want it to stop or keep going. I want to devour your pretty little pussy until your back arches. I want to suck on your tender little clitoris until you are throwing your head back and screaming in pleasure. Fuck! I love the way your hips rock when I thrust my fingers into you; I just don’t ever want to stop.

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The way your hips sway to these slow, teasing ministrations. You always want to feel so open, so exposed for me. It isn’t just the intensity of the sensations which keeps that prickling heat gliding along your body throughout, it is the simple knowledge that I’m going to keep you feeling this way, feeling yourself explored so calculatedly, for as long as possible. Not knowing exactly how long you will be kept this way keeps you constantly lost behind that blindfold, lost in a constantly rising tide of arousal.

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Whether you have only dreamt about the lingering delights of being teased while restrained, or have felt the reality of warm fingertips set to tantalise you… it matters not.

Whether through the whispers of a dream, or the grasp of reality, you will succumb to the delights of your mind and body in helpless rapture.

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My head between your thighs, lips pressing tighter and fingers working you faster as you get closer and closer. What turns you on most isn’t simply knowing how much I want to make you come, it’s knowing that when you do come, I won’t stop. You can try and move away, but all that will do is draw me closer, to keep you held tighter. I love when the excitement turns to disbelief – feeling like you can’t possibly come any more, yet knowing that I won’t stop until you do.

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I want my mouth to be all that you can think about. The impression my tongue can make, to leave you enamoured of its ability to keep you quivering. The eroticism of how I can bring about so many sensations from such a small part of you, how such tiny actions can leave you breathless.

While my commanding lips entangle with your own most tender ones, communicating eroticism with such relentless desire, the intent always remains. I always want to be certain that the next time you see me, the next time you hear me, all you’ll be thinking about is my head nestled between your thighs.

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I like keeping your lingerie on, it let’s you understand that there’s so much more that you will feel. Such sweet anticipation.

How your hips rock for attention while my tongue merely flutters against those exposed little parts, so close yet so far. So much teasing along your pussy lips, all with the intent to keep you focused so much on that one little area that isn’t being touched yet. Then when my mouth finally presses firmly to your centre, you pull against the restraints in a mixture of delight and longing – the delight of the contact you have craved, and the longing for just that little bit more.

I’m going to keep you like this for a while, the whole time making you wish that this little piece of fabric wasn’t shielding your delicacy from my lips.

Think of that mouth pressing to that soft, sensitive little wet slope. Let’s see if the anticipation alone is enough to make you come, before the act.

Anticipation… the epitome of pleasure.

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