"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".
To feel trapped, wedged within a world of ecstasy. Whichever way you push your hips, there is no escaping it even if you wanted to. What makes it so intense is knowing that there is no controlling it, that whatever you do or say, their lips and tongues will do all they can to crush your body beneath the pleasure.
When I have you here on your own, helpless to me, I want to make you come so hard that you don’t know whether you want it to stop or keep going. I want to devour your pretty little pussy until your back arches. I want to suck on your tender little clitoris until you are throwing your head back and screaming in pleasure. Fuck! I love the way your hips rock when I thrust my fingers into you; I just don’t ever want to stop.
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.
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.
I like keeping your lingerie on, it let’s 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.