onedeadpoet:

I love holding my hand RIGHT HERE. You know what’s coming, my fingers sliding painfully slowly on the sides of your wet, needy lips…maybe just on the outside of your engorged clit. But not yet. The longer I wait, the more sensitive you get. My strong hands secure here, where they belong. Owning this. Protection you. Biologically, there’s so much going on in your head right now that you’re not even aware of. You begin to squirm, hoping to get even a little bit of stimulation. But it’s easy to follow your movements so my hand remains rooted here.

“Steady…” I say into your ear, giving your neck and collarbone some attention as I kiss my way down to your breasts. “We have all night.”

My middle finger gently begins teasing just inside.

onedeadpoet:

I like it when, after a good long while of denying you you finally simply give in. Your body spent from all the writhing and clenching. Now, I can easily remove the restraints, the blindfold, the gag. Your focus is entirely on your pussy and when I might give it yet another lick. Your only movements are a slight electric-like jolt of pleasure when that happens, your clit continuing to jump beneath my lips.

As I lightly circle it, my finger feels you clenching again, a frustrated tear of juice is forced out of your pussy again. I grin and coat my finger, using it to trace just the inside of your lips.

The good news is I’m about finished with this cycle. The bad news (depending on your perspective), is it’s time to bring you once again out of the pleasure fog you’re in. Soon I’ll be whispering in your ear that I want you to start begging again, and plan to extract the words by holding down your pelvis and massaging your g-spot over and over, stopping when you specifically tell me to not. So enjoy your brief gentle edging now, before I put you to bed I’m going to make your ache and need far, far worse.