“This is so good. So much fun. How could this possibly be torture?” These were the first thoughts you had when we started down this path. It only took about an hour and more edges than you ever gave yourself at one time before the reality set in and your mindset shifted to “Oh fuck. I need to cum NOW.”
That’s when your squirming and begging started to annoy me and I bound your hands to your ankles and your thighs open so you couldn’t get any relief from my persistent fingers.
The next hour you really began understanding. That’s when I shifted to my tongue, spreading your lips wide and exposing your engorged clit. It only took a couple of slow swipes to get you clenching and in the cusp. That’s when you started saying “ohfuckohfuck.”
The final hour alternating my lips and small but powerful clit-sucking vibe was when you began babbling. Forming words was no longer possible.
At the end of that hour, I started the cycle again. Slower this time. Your barely-conscious brain noted something different. The trip to the edge was more gradual. The only difference is I wasn’t going to stop. To truly understand and appreciate, you needed to experience how strong, powerful and addicting this orgasm could be. I found your gspot and began massaging while swiping your clit just a bit faster.
Your scream started silently, unable to comprehend how you were able to absorb such pleasure. But after the seventh or eighth contraction, your juice leaking everywhere, you began to call out, a sudden, primal scream. That continued through the 20th contraction as I gently continued licking and massaging. Your body spasming as far as the ropes would allow.
When I sensed you were too sensitive to continue I held you through the rest before untying you and letting you cuddle in, stroking your hair softly.
After a time, I whispered: “Next time we go longer.”
Yes. Fucking. Please!!
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