MF – PleasureTorture

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.

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

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 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.

It’s all about wanting to pleasure you until there is no more pleasure left for you to take.