"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
Nothing sends a surge through my cock more than when you tell me that you are going to come. No matter how much I need to come, no matter how tight my balls get and how much my cock throbs, I want to hear those words plenty more times before we are finished.
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The feeling of the silk against your wrists sends a surge of warmth along every inch of your skin; the creamy, weightless softness lets you know that nothing you feel after this moment will be in your own hands. The eroticism of such a thought drifts directly between your thighs – you tremble in anticipation.
You are told not to speak, told simply to lose yourself in the experience. The blindfold further locks you inside yourself, keeping you fantasising about the sensations, amplifying every light touch on your skin. The delicate contact across your cleavage and across your nipples makes your skin tingle.
So close, yet so far away.
You both struggle to keep that orgasm at bay, feeling it pumping through you as if trying to force its way through your bodies. You keep changing the pace, speeding up, slowing down and changing rhythm, always to keep the other on the edge as much as you can, while making sure neither of you goes over.
It gets harder and harder to think about the other, all your attention seems focused on your own body, concentrating so desperately on keeping yourself on the brink of climax.
This is the most beautiful agony you have ever felt together, even as it keeps getting more unbearably wet and tense, you want to make it last until there is no more willpower left.
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I remember when we were out in public, and you whispered to me in that sultry little voice of yours, “If I wanted you to give me 25 orgasms right now, what would you do?” I didn’t answer, I just looked at you, and I know that even now, you haven’t forgotten that wicked, devilish smile and intense look I gave you.
It didn’t take long for me to get the chance to show you just what I would do, the chance to get you alone here, to tape you up in just the way that makes you tingle inside.
How did it feel to have that first orgasm denied? To think you were going to feel the first of 25 orgasms in an instant hit you hard, only to feel the vibrator pull away. However it felt, I could certainly hear the anguish in every moan for me to give it to you, pleading with me to stop teasing you once I had done it a further 10 times. After denying you of 25 orgasms in succession, it was clear that you never expected to be put in this kind of state, in such desperate need for the orgasms you had whispered for. I was consistent; not only did I deny every single orgasm right at the final moment, but I also made you beg for it after every single one.
Now I am going to use this vibrator on its highest setting and not move it away from you. I am going to make you come 25 times in a row, just like how you wanted. The thing is, I’m not going to give you any rest. This vibrator isn’t going to move away from your pussy for a second.
Now… this blindfold can stay on, just so you can focus even more on these powerful vibrations, concentrating on that delicate little part of your body. Every single time you tell me that it is too intense, that you want me to stop, I am going to remind you that you begged me for every single one.
Yes, I can hear you… but you begged me to give them to you, remember? Every. Single. Orgasm.
Continue reading Twenty-FiveThat wonderful anticipation. Feeling the pent-up desire emanating throughout every inch, your fingertips outline what will soon be pulsing within you. How you enjoy the tightness of those balls, wanting to feel how they’ll press against you when that length is fully inside. So close. So very, very close.
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The way your back arches to me…
The way your ass cheeks press firmly against my hips…
The way your pussy clenches tighter around my cock…
It all lets me know that pressing my fingers right here is all you truly want me to do, no matter how you react.
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Your juices seep down my shaft, dripping down my balls; every time I sink into you feels deeper than the last.
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To feel the body of another quiver and twitch in rapture against your own. The height of existence.
No matter how intense, however much you convulse in ecstasy, how tightly the grip signals for things to slow down or give respite, it must continue.
You’ve taken all you can take, now let me give you more.
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“Did I not tell you to keep it held in place? Let’s start again. This time I’ll make sure it stays in place myself and keep these hands in check.”
“NO… please! I… I… OH GOD… it’s too much.”
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Naked, defenceless, teased to a frenzy… succumb to the sweet surrender.
At first, you’ll take it. You’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.
Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand.
You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.
You won’t break the cuffs. You won’t crawl away. You won’t be given a rest.
You will simply come.
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