
She hadn’t expected to be so desperate so soon. She hadn’t expected every ounce of her being to have been reduced to a single moment, a single morsel of her body clinging to a prayer for release.
She had spent the entire day being teased and tormented, kept on the brink without any hope for orgasmic release. That’s what made it worse… hope. The hope that in the evening, there would be a chance for release. A hope that all of the begging and pleading would amount to some small display of mercy. Even during the evening before the new session began, thinking back on the earlier events had ensured that the relief of an orgasm populated her mind.
Continue reading Suffer Sweetly


