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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