"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."
Tag: bath
The knowledge that you can be so easily stimulated with every sensation.
The gliding of fingertips seducing your imagination. The hum of a vibrator drilling ecstasy to your core. The flicker of a paintbrush sweeping pleasure across your intimacy. Even the dancing splashes of water heaping ecstasy upon your delicacy.
Your body is purpose built for pleasure. Use it as a tool to find sensuality in everything you can.
Even as the pleasure rises and feels a little too much, meet it and hold it, savour it. Let your flesh succumb to the desire of your mind as you hold yourself to the stimulation, until your hips want to buck and give in, until you try to pull away. Then continue just a little bit more, ready to scream out in bliss. Not for anyone other than yourself. Cry out in passion, a celebration of your constant erotic exploration. Knowing that next time, you’ll be sure to make yourself cry out just that little bit more.
You hear the urges in your mind as if they are my whispered instructions.
You want to give in to that warm depth, to sink within the delights of your own body; the urge to bring yourself to orgasm right now overwhelms you. Your body glistens, so sleek, soft, and wet, imagining these hands soaping up every inch of your body, sliding down smoothly between your thighs.
You see those ripe, swollen, shining breasts, thinking how slippery and supple they would feel within my grasp. The thought of them being groped and fondled sends a surge through to the peaks of your nipples.
You hold off for as long as you can, until your body screams for a deeper touch. Keeping those fingers working slowly, slipping to your depths and back out, you caress the soft wet petals of your entrance. Giving in to your own desires, the thought of being finger-fucked intensely seems to possess your body, as if it were controlled by my own hands, drilling you relentlessly. The swish of water thumps through the room as the wet slaps of your fingers penetrating yourself pushes your body beyond the abyss of pleasure.
Your body trembles as you fantasize of your body as a victim of lust, fingers that would be curling inside you and feeling the wet silk of your quivering sex, not stopping or slowing down as you shake in the waves of an unyielding orgasm.
The picture floods your mind… a hand pressed to your chest, holding you back, the other between your thighs, fingering you with merciless intensity, fingers curled and pushing up within you to make sure every stroke against the rough little patch of your g-spot makes you scream out. As soon as you come back to reality, you will want to disappear back to the confines of pleasure just as fast.
Every time you look down between your thighs, you will know that sweet pussy is mine to command, every whispered instruction will set your mind alight.
