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Every little moan makes it somehow even stiffer, harder. You wonder if she can feel every pulse and twitch the same way you feel every convulsion of her pussy as she comes so intensely once again. You forget how many times you’ve reached the edge, how often you’ve come so close, that silky, slippery, wet little entrance caressing every inch so tightly. All you know for certain is that you won’t stop. As long as she can scream, she’ll take it. Every time she says she can’t come anymore, the next orgasm proves otherwise, which makes every hard thrust and little squeal of pleasure that much sweeter.

Uncertainty (1/5)

It’s the uncertainty that gets you the most. Wondering whether this time, maybe this time, you’ll get to feel that orgasm. Just like how your own fingertips – your own control of the toy – still leave you unsure of just when; will you give yourself that mercy and let the orgasm overtake you, or will you keep going until your body gives out first, unable to hold it back?

The first time, just the slow and steady rise while your legs spread apart, exposing you. Perhaps your legs are pushed apart fiercely, letting you know just who is in charge, yet you keep them held like that, inviting the exploration. Maybe it’ll happen though, that little thought crossing your mind that an orgasm now would be the biggest shock. The surprise and urgency making it all the more intense. But no, not yet, of course. It pulls away. The first time is playful, teasing in the lightest sense of the word. After all, you aren’t begging yet. So much more time to feast on your pleasure…

Those minutes at the fastest and most intense. It isn’t about making myself come, it isn’t about making you come. The real drive is, just for a moment, to know and feel exactly what you are feeling right now. Every moan, every scream, feed off it then hunger for more. Just don’t stop while your pleasure becomes mine.

Decisions

The little gasps of pleasure that you imagine him eliciting from you. All those delicate touches, those firm grasps, those tender strokes, your fingers trying to replicate each and every one. Repeating each scene you want to linger on, holding yourself on the edge as you try to keep every thought of penetration held in slow motion. Keeping yourself held back and on the brink of orgasm is the closest you can get to feeling that aching desire right against your core, the kind that only the anticipation of sex itself can give. Those thoughts of him masturbating you, of going down on you to prepare your pussy for his length, to feel his cock pulsating within your grasp as he whispers what he’ll do to you. It all keeps building that deep longing for penetration.

You don’t let yourself come, not yet, not while you can still focus on thinking of just what your pussy would be making him feel. How you can imagine the same sensations coursing through every throbbing inch of his shaft. In your mind, he makes you come so many times, yet still, your fingertips ease back to prevent the first. His mouth, his cock, his fingers… which will you come for first? You want to wait until the last moment – until it’s too much for your body to handle — before you decide… or at least your body decides for you.

Work-Life Balance

You wanted to experience what I can do to you?

I couldn’t help but smirk a little when you first asked. On the phones at work, those brief moments when you managed to prise the details of my sexual appetite from my lips. Perhaps it was the tone, maybe the choice of words, maybe even the way I looked you deep in the eyes as I spoke, but something sparked that fire, that longing. The curiosity kept getting the better of you, asking how I did it to the other girls, where you could watch it, what kinds of toys I used and how I used them. Work was never the suitable place to answer in detail, but I gave you just enough to keep your imagination alight. Finally, once I thought your curiosity had run its course, after such silence on the topic, you asked the question that caused that smile, which you still think of now. How I pictured you teasing and pleasuring yourself to the content I had led you to, wanting to allow you to explore your desires to the fullest. Though I never expected the words to drift from your alluring lips.

“Would you do that to me? Even just once?”

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.

Does feeling that length within your palm make you that little wetter? Feeling it pulse to your touch. You can imagine how it would feel sliding right where these fingers are. I can feel how it turns you on as well to know that it doesn’t stop even when you try to push that hand away. Letting you know that
when this pulsing, swollen cock replaces those fingers, there won’t be any way to hold it back.

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There is nothing I love more than eating you out, feasting on that tender delicacy of your sex. To me, it is better than penetration, an intensity that can not be matched, to have your most sensitive little area entirely at my mercy.

How I can control every aspect of what you feel, the tightening of your thighs and the shuddering of your hips letting me know precisely what you are feeling. An act that is solely about pleasuring you, entirely about giving your body what it desires most.

The most erotic action there is – to have my mouth parting your pussy lips, my tongue exploring your wetness, almost able to feel your pussy melt around my maw. There are many terms for it; to go down on you, to eat you out, to perform cunnilingus, oral sex, yet nothing quite captures what I always want to do to you. Your moans and screams simply say it best.

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Desire

I always want to be clothed when I start playing with you. It is because I’m never thinking about how your body will make me feel; instead, I’m always thinking about what I can and will do to you and how I’ll make you feel.

I want you to feel my lust through every touch, for every caress to communicate my longing.

The eroticism of pleasure. How it formulates and changes. It begins as something to tease and tantalise you with, then becomes something to inflict upon you – pleasure: gentle and devastating all at once.

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