"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."
Tag: masturbated
Words cannot convey how erotic it is, to be able to take something so intimate, so delicate, and pleasure it until that very pleasure becomes unbearable. The deeper you think about it, the more erotic it becomes.
As much as you might be telling me otherwise, right at this moment when the pleasure almost becomes painful, the real joy was knowing that when you let me tie you up, it meant that you knew for sure that I wasn’t going to stop.
The way your body responds is so erotic, isn’t it? I don’t just mean the way you can come from my fingers playing with you like this. I mean, because of how when you are trying so hard to concentrate on not coming for a certain period of time, that very thought is what drives you closer to that orgasm even faster. Every aspect of your body and mind is wired for the pinnacle of pleasure.
She had planned his anniversary gift for quite some time, to have a mutual friend of theirs help in contributing to her partner’s biggest turn-on, being brought to the edge of orgasm repeatedly.
Having tied him down on the bed, she and her partner in crime spent the evening teasing every inch of his member, taking turns slowly wrapping their mouths around the swollen tip, sucking down around his pulsating shaft and slipping their tongues around every sensitive ridge. Keeping her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, she could always feel the familiar pulse, letting her know just when he was right there and ready to erupt, just enough notice to tell them to back off.
Repeatedly the sensation of their tongues motioning around his length, fast enough to keep his body tense with stimulation but slow enough not to bring him over the edge, makes him finally give way to his need for release. Her knowledge of just how his balls tighten so much and how the base of his cock twitches when on the edge would be what would torture him most; they were having too much fun with him to stop now. However much his cock throbbed in the purple shade of frustration. However much his hips tried to thrust with enticing anticipation, they wanted to make sure it’d be an anniversary gift to be remembered.
You know you are mine long before your pussy drips, before your legs start to shake, before your screams of pleasure fill the room, every inch of you… always mine.
She had often mentioned to her boyfriend how she fantasised about playing with other women; never did she dream that her fantasy would be lived out unexpectedly on a spa break. She certainly noticed him having a lengthy chat with these two ladies over the weekend, though she wouldn’t have believed that they were discussing when would be the right opportunity to take her, strip her, and all have their way with her.
“If nobody hears us, we’ll have plenty of time alone with you here, so I’ve told these girls they can go extra slowly with you. I know it feels good, sweetheart, but we can’t afford to let you come in case anyone hears us in here. I know how loud you are.”