"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun."
Just for a moment, I want to be so close, close enough to almost feel what you feel, to sense the desire and anticipation, the longing. Just knowing how it’s going to feel in that exact same place, the sensations that will stem from right here.
Right now, at the height of eroticism, there is no you or I. There is simply just a single entity of pleasure. To freeze this moment indefinitely, if only it weren’t so unbearable to hold.
I know how it feels. That’s why I know, no matter what you say or do, that you want me to keep going until you finally manage to stop me with all your effort.
That velvety wetness around my fingers, those little convulsions, the way you arch and moan, the constant quivers every time it gets too much; you know it all just makes me have to keep going, and I know just how it feels to be the one enticing it further. Helpless to the desires, that is what we both are right now.
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She found him on a fantasy experiences website, someone who could engage in her best friend’s most vocal fantasy about being taken fiercely by a cop. When the unsuspecting girl answered the door on her birthday and saw him, she was speechless. Without saying a word, he barged in, telling her to take the position against the wall while he searched her. The slender redhead didn’t say a word. Instead, she relished how he instantly began stripping her and fondling every inch. His fierce tone as he told her to keep the position made her every muscle clench in excitement.
“If you move away from this position or your friend here stops watching, you are going to be spending the night in a cell.”
The moment the threat left his lips, he could feel her pussy quivering around his fingertips, her juices trailing down her trembling thighs.
“If you dare let those legs give way, I’m going to have to get my rod out due to you not cooperating.”
He intended to work her over as roughly as possible in this way until he could make good on his threat.
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It’s not always about teasing you. Sometimes, I just need to make you come until you can barely breathe. Making sure you can’t get away, pleasure becomes something that is thrust upon you, something you endure while shaking from the intensity. Orgasm, climax, to come: these are all words that are too tame to describe what I want you to feel. Yet, to put it simply, I want to devastate you with pleasure beyond your limits.
Wanting his fingers explore you deeper, needing him to keep that vibrator pressed on your clitoris, no matter how much you come or how much you might tell him to stop.
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Every time my finger slips up and down, it feels like it moves slower and slower until finally – in your tortured arousal – your wetness lets it slip within you. Every silky fold sucking it in with need.
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Wherever we are, whatever the time, you surrender yourself to me.
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Just remember, as you walk through the Haunted House, that even though the screams may fade out as you gain some distance, for her, it does not stop. Her screams linger throughout the night. Her convulsions of ecstasy and orgasmic squeals will not end until the appetite of this wicked place has been sated. Go ahead and walk along… run if you must; just know that it may be you crying out in tortured bliss soon enough.
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Jessica and her friends had ventured to the PleasureTorture Haunted House, having heard so much about it, how exciting and surreal the experience was. Apart from the praise, they had received little other information about what actually happened within, with each personal encounter being very unforthcoming with details, except merely stating that everyone has an entirely different experience. Once they all finally arrived and signed the waivers, it was time to begin. The strangest question within the paperwork was being asked what their deepest fantasies were, though they had already expected this to be unlike anything before.
The first portion of the haunted house was similar to most others, though with a lot more physical contact and a lot more intense scares. Their hearts were pumping from all of the extremely realistic and shocking jump scares lurking around the many corners and hiding places. Occasionally the girls found themselves being touched a little more intimately than they had expected, though the next abrupt scare left them forgetting about it fast. All they had known beforehand was that there would be a distinctly erotic element to the maze of horrors, yet aside from the occasional lingering touch from hands embedded within the walls and from the performers, they found themselves being scared a lot more frequently than expected.
It was when one of the girls found herself picked off and dragged silently from the others that things changed. While the others left behind would soon call out Jessica’s name to no avail and huddle together closer, they also would soon find themselves taken one by one. Jessica was the first to feel the real delight of the haunted house. She had given just a little insight on the waiver forms about how she’d always wanted to be manhandled by a couple of strangers; now she’d experience exactly what she had fantasised about. The figures held her down and tormented her as silently as they’d captured her. Completely overpowered by the two figures, she was helpless against those penetrative fingers, exploring her so deeply without letting her rest. It took no time at all for her body to catch up with the desires of her mind as within minutes, Jessica came harder than she ever had in her life, as if they’d tapped into her most primal desire. Held down so tightly, however, there was nothing she could do to stop them from giving her what she had always craved time and time again. She could play along and scream for them to stop, but they knew exactly what she inwardly yearned for.
Jessica was the first to experience what the Haunted House held within, yet the others would also succumb very soon…
Continue reading Haunted House (Jessica)Even when I have to rest, I just need to keep making you come.
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