Feeling the vibrations through his length, imagining just how intense it must be for her.
It isn’t about the sex or their bodies or the orgasms. It’s about wanting her to feel more pleasure than she could possibly handle.
Continue readingFeeling the vibrations through his length, imagining just how intense it must be for her.
It isn’t about the sex or their bodies or the orgasms. It’s about wanting her to feel more pleasure than she could possibly handle.
Continue reading“Hi there,
It’s my girlfriend’s birthday next week, and she has always talked about how being teased by multiple people has always been her biggest turn-on. I thought I’d reach out to you all because she’s spoken about how exciting her past experiences with you have been. Could you help me make her dream come true on her Birthday?
I’ve got a lovely day out planned with her, and then in the evening. We were to use our bondage table to have a little fun. The idea I had in mind was to surprise her with all of you once she was restrained. Then you could have all the fun you lot want with her. You all should know how sensitive she gets, so this would be the perfect way to make her come more times than she ever imagined she could endure.
She had told me about how a couple of you had first introduced her to forced orgasms, so I’d make sure that I supply you with the toys to make it hellishly delightful for her. She’s told me so many times how much of a wish it is to be forced to come until she passes out, so think how fun it would be to do this with all of you at once, how overwhelmingly intense it would be. Those of you who are interested and can do it, please message me back, and we’ll make it the best birthday gift ever.
Kind regards”
Continue readingThe 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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The hardness and the softness, that delicious friction, a slippery wet sensation of pure sexual delight. How the anticipation gives way to unstoppable urges, the way the pulsating heat invites and intoxicates. Every tremble and shudder, every pulse and twitch, feeling how deep he’ll be within her, feeling how softly she’ll wrap around him. The pleasure resonates deeper and deeper, thrusting and churning within, and that is before he is even inside her.
Continue readingNever a warning, never a sign of any change, yet it was always the same day: October 31st.
She always ensured she stayed at home, the intoxicating aroma of dread, arousal and anticipation in the air, keeping her in the house every night on this date as if a prisoner in her own home.
It was always the same pattern. She would lie in bed, drifting off into the arms of sleep, when the night was at its most still and silent, the moonlight always shining through as if to bathe her in the most erotic glow for the unseen intruder, a preemptive spotlight.
At first, it was simply a gentle tease, like the softest of fingertips slowly alerting her body, tracing up and down her frame and waking both her mind and senses. It brought about feelings that made her want to touch herself, though whatever it was, it never allowed her to do such a thing. It wanted her pleasure brought about by itself alone.
Not once was a sound made except for her own breathing. Even after all this time, she still couldn’t stop herself from calling out to it, even though she knew there would be no reply. That moment was always when things began to get too much… it always became too much by the end.
Continue reading 10/31Just close your eyes and imagine it. Every inch of your body explored until the lingering touches focus on those more delicate little areas, until those mouths press longingly against the little parts that make you shiver.
Just think of the sensation as each tongue worked in unison to bring you closer and closer. With your eyes closed, picturing the scene. You can almost feel how your hips would rock against such tantalisation, how your toes would curl, how your fingers would clench, trying to stay grounded against the weightlessness, the fluttering sensations that take hold. No matter how long you tease yourself with that image, it will remain with you throughout the entire day.
Continue readingYou aren’t sure whether you’d push his mouth away or pull him closer, that’s why you adore having your hands restrained, leaving the decision up to him.
Continue reading“That’s it. Good girl! Either you are going to take it, or we’ll force you to. Either way, you are going to come again for us.”
Continue readingThe moment your existence, your very essence, cumulates to that tender, sensitive delicacy between your thighs.
Continue readingThe perfect moment when it gets just that little bit too much for you.
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