“Doesn’t it turn you on even more knowing that I can stimulate you ceaselessly from every angle, that I always have access to ways to pleasure you intensely?”
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She was right where they wanted her, and just like the other girls they brought back, they weren’t going to let her rest until they were through making her come more than she had ever thought possible to endure.
Once the couple had seduced a girl back to their apartment, it was only a matter of time before they were able to talk her into a little bondage play. Once she was helpless to them, they were free to keep her there all night and all day long, taking turns fucking her, eating her out and exploring her body like she was their prized possession. After they had had their fill, the girl was always taken care of before being free to leave. However, more often than not, after enduring so much non-stop stimulation, she would be too tired to leave so soon; if this was the case, she’d be in for another long, long night.
Continue readingBehind The Blindfold
Behind the blindfold, you don’t see figures, skin, or movement. All your mind’s eye can comprehend is pleasure, the way your clitoris flickers back and forth as a tongue lashes against it, the way your pussy juices trail down the petals of your sex.
Together they devote themselves to bringing you to the pinnacles of pleasure, to smother you in your deepest fantasy. Your chest fondled, the sweet spot of the nape of your neck nibbled on, all while another mouth relishes in the sensitivity of your pussy.
Once the blindfold is off, you take pleasure in seeing them explore you so intently, seeing the joy in their eyes every time their fingertips and mouths make you squirm. Feeling fingers inside you, feeling your clitoris being stroked and knowing your sex is being watched so closely would alone be enough to tip you over the brink. Having lips locking around your own as you moan into them is what throws you over that cliff into pure orgasmic bliss.
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The whisper of pleasure is the one which echoes the loudest in your mind.
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Those little slaps to your sex, making you want so much more from just that short, sharp contact.
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The way your hips sway to these slow, teasing ministrations. You always want to feel so open, so exposed for me. It isn’t just the intensity of the sensations which keeps that prickling heat gliding along your body throughout. It is the simple knowledge that I’m going to keep you feeling this way, feeling yourself explored so calculatedly, for as long as possible. Not knowing exactly how long you will be kept this way keeps you constantly lost behind that blindfold, lost in a constantly rising tide of arousal.
Continue readingMidnight Caress
Whispers of eroticism twisting through the night air; like a petal entwined in breeze, you writhe, lost in the mystical passions that threaten to consume you.
Neither asleep nor truly awake, you feel an embrace like no other, as if the atmosphere itself is lovingly caressing your body, keeping you held in its place. Not being fully awake, fear does not cloud the enchantment of sensuality your body possesses. The first ripples of movement around your body have it curious for more, as if the slightest sense of activity in the air sets your nerves alight.
The caressing movement of the sheets presses over your body as if they were the hands of a thousand masseurs exploring the contours of your female frame. Your body seems to burn with a need, yet there is no way of ever knowing whether time has passed in seconds or hours – every touch upon your body seems to linger for an eternity.
The embrace of the entity against your chest sends a warm surge down to your toes. Instinctively, your hands press to the sheets, clasping onto nothing but cotton yet still feeling as if all the hands in the world were focused on your body.
As your skin is exposed, the air itself seems to kiss every morsel of you, as if the sensual whispers were showing their appreciation. You writhe in agonised ecstasy as your breasts are caressed once again, every fibre of your sexuality being enticed effortlessly. The sheets embrace you ceaselessly, like a sea of pleasure washing over you, threatening to drown you. Unlike fingers, the motions wreaking havoc around your body feel like countless threads of silk twining around your skin.
The movements lead between your thighs, making your internal, subconscious voice cry out in bliss. The sheet envelops you, a mass of pleasure encasing you as you rock uncontrollably, feeling like the sensation of a hundred silky brushes rolling along the deepest sensitivities of your sex, all under the firm grasp of the sheet rocking against your womanhood.
You will not awake from this abyss of pleasure until the desires of the night are through with you; passing out, screaming out, shielding yourself – these are options beyond your control. You are merely the passenger. They shall drive you to the greatest heights of pleasure.
Without control, without respite, you moan into the eternity of the night.
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My head between your thighs, lips pressing tighter, and fingers working you faster as you get closer and closer. What turns you on most isn’t simply knowing how much I want to make you come. It’s knowing that when you do come, I won’t stop. You can try and move away, but all that will do is draw me closer to keep you held tighter. I love when the excitement turns to disbelief – feeling like you can’t possibly come any more, yet knowing that I won’t stop until you do.
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I want my mouth to be all that you can think about. The impression my tongue can make, to leave you enamoured of its ability to keep you quivering. The eroticism of how I can bring about so many sensations from such a small part of you, how such tiny actions can leave you breathless.
While my commanding lips entangle with your own most tender ones, communicating eroticism with such relentless desire, the intent always remains. I always want to be certain that the next time you see me, the next time you hear me, all you’ll be thinking about is my head nestled between your thighs.
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Anticipation
I like keeping your lingerie on. It lets you understand that there’s so much more that you will feel. Such sweet anticipation.
How your hips rock for attention while my tongue merely flutters against those exposed little parts, so close yet so far. So much teasing along your pussy lips, all with the intent to keep you focused so much on that one little area that isn’t being touched yet. Then when my mouth finally presses firmly to your centre, you pull against the restraints in a mixture of delight and longing – the delight of the contact you have craved and the longing for just that little bit more.
I’m going to keep you like this for a while, the whole time making you wish that this little piece of fabric wasn’t shielding your delicacy from my lips.
Think of that mouth pressing to that soft, sensitive little wet slope. Let’s see if the anticipation alone is enough to make you come before the act itself.
Anticipation… the epitome of pleasure.
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