Tag: erotic

Every time you masturbate, you want to push yourself further into the depths of pleasure. 

You imagine someone else in charge forcing you to endure a more intense level of stimulation than you can normally take, forcing you to keep that toy pressed right on that sensitive little spot no matter how much your body wants to thrust it away. 

You think of his eyes boring into yours, how he can see your need for more without you having to vocalise it, the way you want to be dominated, to be rendered a slave to every orgasm.  Craving that presence, you keep it in place, wanting to feel your pussy tortured with sensations beyond your own control. 

You don’t masturbate to simply fill the cravings of your body; you masturbate to quell the desires of your imagination. 

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All I want is to feel your legs twitch in the overriding uncertainty of whether you can really handle what I’m making you feel.

I want you to realise as many times as possible just how helpless those cuffs around your wrists and ankles render you. I want you to be picturing, from behind the blindfold, all of the things I’m going to do to that delicate, sensitive little place that my mouth is wreaking havoc upon, that my tongue is so tantalisingly exploring. I want your lips to soon tell me to stop while your body writhes in motion to ask for more. With your pussy so wet, quivering with desire, and so invitingly aroused, I want to penetrate you and feel your limbs pull in vain to close around me in a bid to control the force that thrusts within you so intensely, fucking you with such ferocity and intent.

Exactly what I want, exactly what you crave… with you all to myself, I will devour you.

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Oral

Your lips… those smooth, plump lips that part so slightly, giving way to the soft, caressing suction of wetness, lending so much to the imagination.  Everything begins with those lips, the light suction against skin on the first contact, leaving that cool, moist little patch, a slight mark of what is to come.

How that tongue can curl so tantalisingly, whipping up thoughts of flicking against and curling around the most sensitive of areas before leading back to its source, between those succulent and inviting lips.

The thought of what could be sliding between those lips sends a sizzle of arousal throughout. How you could lick and suck uninhibited, feeling every vein, every pulsation and throb, every twitch – wondering how it would feel for the person embraced by that delight. Even the motions, wrapping so tightly around something sliding back and forth, in and out, makes the heat rise between your thighs.

You play out the actions in your mind, actions which echo throughout your body; the way those lips press against your own, feeling so soft, smooth and moist. Your plump lips and the delicate lips of your sex are one of the same, how you feel skin brush against them, feeling your lower lip being bitten before a gentle suction steals your breath. The moment those lips finally lock around your own, perfectly closed in a tight seal, you are lost in that mouth. It presses so tightly, the slippery silk of a tongue looking to meet your own… penetrating those lips. Every soft nibble, every flick of that tongue, every teasing kiss, it all trails downwards… that mouth closing around your pussy, teasing your tender petals, penetrating you with that kiss. The thoughts of what that mouth would feel like there, sealed around it in the same way, that long, deep suction, all making you shiver in delight.

There are so many things that a mouth can make you feel.

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