onedeadpoet:

Let your mind become a haze of pleasure and a breeding ground for dirty thoughts. Feel it slowly empty as demands of “fuck me” escape your lips, becoming as involuntary as breathing. Imagine your pleasure as a roller coaster, constantly ascending. Just when you think you’ve reached the top I slow down, whisper in your ear

“Not yet.”

I feel your urgency, your squirming. I smile, sensing your frustration.

I begin again, the roller coaster tracks ascending once more. Your thoughts melt away…

onedeadpoet:

littlesweetgirlygirl:

onedeadpoet:

*flick*

The more you leak the better it feels. When you get so close to cumming you can taste it just the tiniest rub on your sensitive little nub is enough to get it to throb and twitch under my thumb.

*flick*

If I would only give you two more rapid circles it’d be enough to get you to orgasm. But no. Once your clit relaxes from its twitch you get only one more rub and we wait again. It takes awhile to get you in this place but it’s where I love to be. You beginning to curse me before I stop you mid-sentence with another

*flick*

Ugh, please keep going. Make me sweat, and wiggle. Don’t listen to me when I ask you to stop, I don’t ever really want you to stop!!

But I will stop. There’s nothing you can do about it, either. Perhaps, if you’re good, it’ll start again. Over and over.

Then to work or bed you go, denied, dripping