The fiercest desires stem from the faintest contact.
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We need the build up. We need the teasing. When pressing the Hitachi wand firmly against you and not moving it away, all of this will have been necessary.
The slow, steady teasing and pulling it away before you can truly get used to the vibrations. This is what helps keep you guessing what it’ll feel like when I truly focus on that one little sensitive place. All of this build-up helps ensure that when the vibrations are drilling through you, it feels far more intense than you anticipated. It’s all to make sure that the contrast between the soft start and the powerful ending takes your breath away.
By the time your hips are thrusting and swaying, I want to make sure that you couldn’t have imagined a level of pleasure so intense that you’d almost feel the need to escape from it.
After all, I’d never want you to think that I’m taking it easy on you.
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You need not speak any words.
The focus is on you, solely on your pleasure and your response to my touch.
To build you up and to bring you gently back down, always simmering, that constant heat of arousal.
Feeling those fingertips tantalise you, letting you know just how much I yearn to explore your intimacy. Just a taste for now though. Working you up to that pinnacle before lowering you, The urgency of being brought to the edge so quickly takes you by surprise, though it leaves you wanting so much more.
Now it is time to tease you. It’s not about teasing you with the thought of how good it will feel when you come, it’s about the slow building of pleasure and making you wonder just how much it can keep rising. Lavishing every detail of your body with the most minute touche. All to make you realise just how sensitive you are to the attention. Circling your nipples in the slowest and softest ways, not just to make you internally crave more, but to keep you acknowledging just how stiff those little peaks have become.
Every movement, every stroke and caress, all calculated to sweep the sensations throughout every inch of your body. All in a bid to make sure that it isn’t just your hips that rise and fall with need, it’s to make sure that every muscle in your body wants to contribute to rocking those hips with longing.
By the time I finally make you come, it’ll be at the point when your body has no other choice but to do so, but your mind wants to hold back in a bid to keep this lasting forever.
That is why words are not needed here, all I need listen to are for when your breath turns to a sigh, when your sigh turns to a moan. The language of ecstasy, wordless, yet I’ll hear every plea.
Continue reading The Language of EcstasyThe 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.
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Our bodies, A canvas for eroticism and sensuality.
The physical embodiment of anticipation.
You play with yourself at the thought of what those warnings could mean – touching and teasing while thinking of being dressed in that skin-tight outfit. Even if nothing came of the warnings – if no entity apprehended you in order to sexually torment you just like in your fantasies – the thought of what others would want to do to you arouses you.
You imagine the material of your costume clinging so tightly against your body, wondering whether you’ll wear anything under it. You picture how it will look to others, seeing those delicate curves hugged by the material like a second skin. You know that they’d be looking at you, wanting to touch you, knowing that against the material, you’d feel their fingertips almost the same way against the outfit as you feel right now.
There are so many scenarios you could picture yourself in as you bring yourself to climax. Being apprehended by whatever the warnings are about, or perhaps feeling the touch of another, having seduced someone at the Halloween party. Or perhaps, simply returning to your bed afterwards and masturbating while in the outfit. Every situation turns you on; you want to spend the whole night vividly imagining each of them. Yet, with how sensitive and aroused you are, it won’t take long until you can’t contain the pleasure any more.
The strength of your fantasies will always dictate the strength of your orgasm.
Continue readingI know how it feels, being in your position, being restrained and helpless. How it lets you focus on the overwhelming sensations between your legs, that build-up which consumes you, knowing that release in every sense is at my discretion.
I understand you want to see me riding you, yet I also know that the fantasy in your mind adds another layer of torment, imagining the smile as I look down and see the utter desperation your mouth tries to convey.
I know that you want me to be as cruel as possible, to ensure that every motion of my body feels destined to prolong your pleasure until you feel like mercy is beyond reach, until you feel like even begging me would simply elicit laughter, the kind of laughter that sends a shiver of erotic longing through your spine.
What I don’t understand, however, is just how it feels to need to thrust upwards, to feel several inches of your body literally throbbing and pulsating with the need to drive deeper. I can’t comprehend the tightness and yearning within those balls, that external, gorgeous masculinity, to need to release the pent-up tide of orgasm. I don’t know how it feels to have this heat, this softness, this wetness, clenching around those aching inches slip up and down while fighting to hold back that white-hot gush.
That’s what makes it so much more erotic. I can imagine and understand what you feel, but I don’t truly know how your cock feels right now – yet I’m still going to prolong that sensual agony for as long as possible. That’s what keeps my body burning with arousal and what keeps me coming again and again, knowing that my joy is what makes your cock suffer just that little bit more.
Continue readingAnticipation: that tantalising, delicate tension in the air, the heartbeat fluttering in every motion, the prickling heat that first marks the inferno to soon engulf.
Anticipation is sexuality at its most primal, the moments before the fantasy of imagination meets the potency of reality.
A whisper of what could be. Until you finally feel its touch.
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Perhaps behind the blindfold, you imagine being on display, many surrounding you, so many hands and mouths teasing you as you sit helplessly.
Maybe you’re thinking of your latest fantasy while restrained, free within the confines of your mind to indulge in thoughts of being penetrated and explored so fiercely and thoroughly.
Feeling the restraints around your wrists and ankles, holding you in place, allows you to fantasise about being devoured while so confined. Fantasising about pulling on those cuffs while that mouth torments you so wonderfully, knowing it won’t stop no matter how much you strain and writhe.
You could even be thinking of being entirely untouched while others watch, simply basking in your exhibitionist fantasies as the same powerful vibration constantly chips away at your resolve. It is constantly just a little too much, yet you never want to give in. You never truly want it to stop, and the restraints help ensure you can’t out an end to it.
Or maybe you’re imagining being alone, no one else around, simply exploring yourself and letting the toy be the only thing between you and ecstasy. Your fantasies being fueled by the needs of your body, your need to traverse the heights of ecsatsy.
No matter what is running through your mind behind the blindfold, you’ll need to get used to the quivering, the orgasmic convulsion and the physicality of straining hard against those restraints while the vibrator stays in place. Regardless of what is on your mind, my goal is to compete with your imagination, and show you that me in reality wants to be far crueller to your pussy than whatever your imagination concocts.
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