cunnilingus – PleasureTorture

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

When you’re between my thighs, no matter how much I shiver, shake and clench, no matter how tightly I squeeze your head or how hard my hands push against you, do not stop doing exactly what you are doing to me.

It isn’t just the actions themselves that make me melt; it’s looking down and seeing you so entirely absorbed in what you’re doing, so entirely absorbed in my pleasure, that makes me never want to try and stop you, no matter how intense it becomes.

It doesn’t matter how much you beg and scream or how much you say ‘please!’

It’s not about how much you can take, or if you can take any more at all.

It’s all about how much more I’m going to make you take.

That plump, delicate opening being pushed apart, such eager lips pressing against it, wanting to devour you. Teasing you ever so slightly, making you want them to clamp down just a little more, to suck just a little harder. The way that tongue seeks you out, needing to explore. So soft and slippery, so flexible and strong, holding you at its mercy, wanting to flicker against the most sensitive parts. Feeling every tiny quiver and then honing in to cause it further. The more I feast on you, the more I can draw out those little moans…

That’s how it feels up here. To think how it feels down there…

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I don’t want to devour your pussy just to make you come right now, I do it so that it’s what you think of every time your mind wanders, every time you daydream and fantasize. Day after day, night after night, never leaving your thoughts.

Just the thought alone is enough to make us squirm – when the most flexible muscle in my body hones in on the most sensitive part of yours.

The Gift

You do as you were told in the dream. On Christmas Eve, you had dreamt of him, the absolute picture of your fantasies as if he were there with you in the flesh. After the most wonderful of dreams, filled with passion and eroticism, you woke up, wishing it were real. However, you recalled his one request as if it were whispered in your ear directly.

‘On Christmas, place your hands above your head and close your eyes. I’ll stay with you until you open your eyes.’

When you also opened up a gift beneath your Christmas tree – one you didn’t recognise – and saw that it contained nothing but a note stating, ‘Remember, keep your eyes closed,’ you knew it must be real. It couldn’t have been merely a dream.

Work-Life Balance

You wanted to experience what I can do to you?

I couldn’t help but smirk a little when you first asked. On the phones at work, those brief moments when you managed to prise the details of my sexual appetite from my lips. Perhaps it was the tone, maybe the choice of words, maybe even the way I looked you deep in the eyes as I spoke, but something sparked that fire, that longing. The curiosity kept getting the better of you, asking how I did it to the other girls, where you could watch it, what kinds of toys I used and how I used them. Work was never the suitable place to answer in detail, but I gave you just enough to keep your imagination alight. Finally, once I thought your curiosity had run its course, after such silence on the topic, you asked the question that caused that smile, which you still think of now. How I pictured you teasing and pleasuring yourself to the content I had led you to, wanting to allow you to explore your desires to the fullest. Though I never expected the words to drift from your alluring lips.

“Would you do that to me? Even just once?”

Know that every touch, every lick, every nibble, every single action, is designed with you at the centre. There can be nothing more erotic than knowing that everything we do is solely with the intent to make you moan and to make your hips writhe.

Don’t take your eyes off of me for a second. I want you to watch every moment of me very, very slowly sucking your delicate, dripping-wet pussy, knowing you won’t be able to do anything to speed me up. Good girl, raise those hips. I want to feel how much you want more.