pleasuretorture:

You wanted to experience what I can do to you?

I couldn’t help but smirk a little when you first asked. On
the phones at work, those brief moments when you managed to prise the details
of my sexual appetite from my lips. Perhaps it was the tone, maybe the choice
of words, maybe even the way I looked you deep in the eyes as I spoke, but
something sparked that fire, that longing. The curiosity kept getting the
better of you, asking how I did it to the other girls, where you could watch
it, what kinds of toys I used and how I used them. Work was never the suitable
place to answer in detail, but I gave you just enough to keep your imagination
alight. Finally, once I thought your curiosity had run its course, after such
silence on the topic, you asked the question that caused that smirk, the one
you still think of now. How I pictured you teasing and pleasuring yourself to
the content I had led you to, wanting to allow you to explore your desires to
the fullest. Though I never expected the words to drift from your alluring
lips.

“Would you do that to me? Even just once?”

It didn’t take much planning. As you followed me home from
work, the scene playing out in your mind as you wondered what I’d do to you,
the butterflies in your stomach fluttered to a degree that you thought for a
second to change your mind. It wasn’t fear, it was simply the unknown, though
if you did turn back, you’d never know just how good it would have been,
something you’d always regret.

Finally, back at the house and wordlessly led to the
bedroom, the feelings of uncertainty decimated by desire. Slowly I stripped
you, basking in your beauty but careful not to let my touch linger, not yet.
You wondered why there were no toys around, though before you could ask, the
blindfold was slipped on. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip in
anticipation. Once your wrists were tied, you knew that this was exactly what
you’ve needed, what you’ve always truly craved deep down. I then simply lay
beside you, letting one hand drift along your body, teasing you so
deliberately, while telling you that I’m not going to use any toys on you,
instead the only thing you will need is my lips; I want to show you what I
alone can do to you.

While my fingertips traced along every delicate feminine
curve, I kept my mouth an inch from your ear and just whispered. While my
fingers swept your body as if painting a picture of pleasure, my words painted
constant images of eroticism for you mind. I made you imagine so many hands
caressing you, so many fingers exploring your delicacy, so many tongues wanting
to torment you with ecstasy. I made you fantasise of being restrained for hours
and teased with so many toys, feeling them vibrate within and around you while
shining a spotlight on your unspoken desire for your arousal to be the
voyeuristic centre of attention. I made you gasp and writhe at the dream of
being groped, manhandled and tantalised by so many unseen hands, an experiment
of sexuality with you as the test subject to experience orgasms beyond your
comprehension. Simply, I made you drip with need.

Then I brought you back to reality once my fingertip slipped
along the apex of your sensuality. That’s when I told you exactly what I’m
going to do to you. That all I’m going to use is the same thing that has
already aroused you this much, my mouth, my tongue. I described exactly how I
would tease you mercilessly, just constantly trailing my lips along your inner
thighs before circling that little bead of sensitivity with my tongue. I asked
you if you’d seen the video of me going down on one of my subjects for 60
minutes, then informed you that that would look merciful compared to how I’m
going to feast on your achingly aroused, soft, wet pussy. Just the descriptions
alone caused your sex to tremble and quiver in anticipation while my finger
kept strolling over that tender curve. How I’d use the fact that you’d not
experienced teasing much in the past to truly torture you. To keep bringing you
close to the edge and stop, just letting my tongue caress that little jewel of
your clitoris, building you up so much that it would feel so swollen and
sensitive, so much that you’d feel every slight twitch of my tongue resting
against it and daring you to try and come. I told you that there’d be no
escaping it, no way to stop me devouring your pussy in a torrent of lust. I
felt you shiver just a little when I told you how you’d feel your juices
slipping down your ass as your writhed your hips in the desperate need for
orgasm. Just the thought of begging me to let you come had your sex throbbing
in longing. That red hot flame of desire burned within and seeped from you
while I made you focus on how you’d helplessly bask in such agonisingly intense
pleasure.

You nearly squealed out in delight just from the image I
next created in your mind as I told you how you’d come. How it will feel to
have me peel back that clitoral hood and expose that sweet morsel. The way I’d
clamp my lips around it to trap it for my mercy, all for my tongue to lash
against it relentlessly while you’d buck and writhe in the searing flame of
orgasmic bliss. I told you to pull on the restraints just once, just so you
know that this is all you’d be able to do when I keep going. No matter how much
you screamed out that it was too much, I wanted you to know that you won’t
leave this room without coming more than you could ever imagine was possible.

With you panting in arousal, I could tell you that now’s the
time for me to slide down and let you feel every single sensation I’ve
described…

Now I can begin.

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pleasuretorture:

Just imagine being in her position right now, completely lost in the sensations, trapped in the eroticism. 

That motion along your chest, those fleeting little sensations up and down your cleavage, leading that scenic pathway to those slowly stiffening peaks. The little pinch that makes you feel those sharp little tugs from her pursed lips. It’s only when you are desperate for more, once you cannot stand the attention placed solely on your chest, that the motions lead downwards. 

Just trailing along your thighs, leading that swirling dance towards that coveted space. The tender motions, almost like brushstrokes, sweeping closer and closer until your hips plead for the contact. 

You can feel it so clearly as the lips press right there, the way your wrists would strain against those bonds in a bid for some resemblance of control. Behind the blindfold you can imagine countless lovers and idols of lust. All of them feasting so intently upon that soft sweet sex. How that mouth would work you to a frenzy, just keeping you held in the clutches of bliss but never quite unleashing the fury you need. Always keeping steady enough to not let you veer too close. Not quite to get you to the edge repeatedly, but instead to merely take the very longest route. On and on that mouth suckles and caresses, like the slowest masturbation, just enough to build it but so slowly it takes every ounce of control to not speed up. At this speed, you know what that wondrous lover between your legs knows; once you finally climax it will feel more intense than any other way you’ve masturbated before. But it won’t stop or speed up, that pace will keep you held in the grasp of that orgasm for the longest time possible.

That’s it, get ready for it. You know it’s coming…

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onedeadpoet:

You can take a little bit more. The edge can be finer. I can’t guarantee you don’t break soon. But that’s why you’ve come, yes? To have your brain shut off awhile? But perhaps you didn’t think a man could be THIS patient…THIS in tune with your body. I know it can’t lie, even as you try to mask your reactions to try and cum without me noticing. That nearly worked an hour ago, but since then not only have I come to recognize your “tells”, the pleasure has increased tenfold. There’s no masking it now. I intend to exploit that one…

edge…

…after…

…the…

…other.

When you finally DO cum (IF you cum), will I send you home or overwhelm your body will more than it can handle?

But those are questions for later.

Much later.

Now let’s see those eyes roll back again as you teeter on the edge yet again.

onedeadpoet:

I know it’s getting harder to hold back. You’re so sensitive having been edged by my tongue so long. But this is where I love to be. Carefully keeping you one little lick away from spilling over and having the waves of orgasm come crashing down.

You never knew the tiniest of movements on the perfect spot on your clit could cause so much ecstasy. If only I’d give you a little more…

onedeadpoet:

One of my favorite things to do is entice you to straddle my face as I tease you with the possibility of cumming. The problem is you always clench your thighs around my head when you’re about to cum, making it soooo easy to stop for a second and begin tiny taps on your clit that keep you

right

fucking

there.

Not only do I love to make you want to cum more than pretty much anything ever, I love equally when you come to realize what I’m doing, climb down, agressively put my arms and legs in the straps and begin to give me a taste of my own medicine. The lusty gaze and mischivious smile you give me let’s me know you’re going to make me feel as frustrated (or worse).

onedeadpoet:

You know how when you’re reading a really good book you never want to put it down? Just keep going. Just a little more before you call it a night. An hour later you’re still going strong. Captivated by the words and the scene playing out in your head. That’s how I feel when I have you at a particularly fine edge, my tongue gently finding just the right spots on your clit to massage and tease. After every edge it’s “Maybe just ONE more.” But then when I feel your clit bouncing, your cunt squeezing and hear you try and stifle another moan I can’t help but think, “Maybe just ONE more.”

At this rate the novel of your denial is too good. I need to finish before letting you go. The twist? Another page gets written after every edge. There’s no end in sight. So I’m going to keep on “reading.”