"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun".
Male and Female erotica
Your hips undulating to the rhythm of my tongue, a dance to the sounds of suction and sighs. Try as you might to escape the restraints and pull my lips tightly to the focus of your pleasure, you will remain trapped. As trapped and helpless as your clitoris is to the slow torment which I will continue to unleash upon you. This is a slow dance; the slowest, most cruel and most erotic dance of all.
A PleasureTorture session with model Aria.
When you were dancing with me in the club, you had no idea that I’d be the thrill you were seeking. When I asked you what your name was, did you ever expect that you’d be crying out mine while I took you with such animalistic ferocity? When our hips swayed to the music on the dance-floor, did you possibly imagine that I’d be fucking you so relentlessly while your wrists were bound helplessly just the way you like, my bedroom set-up to accommodate the kinky desires you relish in? When you first saw me looking so inconspicuous amongst the crowd, did you have any idea that I’d delight in making you come until you could take no more? I’m going to fuck you until I’m certain that you’ll never forget just what I can do to you.