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

onedeadpoet:

just-an-aussie-porn-blog:

Tonight’s challenge: whoever cums first loses and will be denied for the next month. Never mind you’ve been teased and edged every day this week. I let you pick the position to level the playing field, knowing full well you’d pick this one, that makes me cum the fastest. I was convinced your torture this week would give me the advantage but underestimated your voluntary (and involuntary) clenching, not to mention verbal teasing. I kiss you hard to shut you up, your tongue snaking in and massaging mine. You moan into my lips, spurring me on despite myself.

You squeeze again. I feel an extra twinge of pleasure course through me as my cock flexes on its own. My mind is clouding. Why am I holding back again? My orgasm threatens. I thrust deeper. Faster. You moans d press into me, signaling you’re close as well. I can’t slow down, knowing that would trigger me far quicker. I grab you firmly, my hand under your neck, my forehead on your back. I can’t hold back…thoughts of my own denial and your payback flood my brain. I hate losing. But you feel so fucking good.

I can’t…

I must…

onedeadpoet:

It’s time to see how wet you are after your afternoon edgings.

Mmmm…I know I told you I’d give you a reward. Wouldn’t you know it, it’s a few more, this time at my hand. You know I can’t resist feeling your clit jump with need as my fingers graze over it in tiny circles. The way you lustily pant into my neck only spurs me on. Your arousal fuels my own.

pleasuretorture:

Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. 

First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. 

Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.

Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.

The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. 

Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.

On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.

Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.

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empiricallyeuphoric:

                                   i love the way sex taste 

it’s more then the aroma of pussy traveling threw the room like morning breakfast

        it’s the way the brown of your areola  melts on the tip of my tongue

the way your spine sizzles on my lips

how well your plated on my sheets 

     or the tantalizing taste of your orgasms

i eat you in four courses so i know i’m on the right path 

the smell of your moans overwhelm the room as i break down your walls

      with my napkin in lap i remove what ever is left exposing the true meaning of bon appetit

pleasuretorture:

Her first tour of the premises was one she would never
forget; the first taste of the torments that awaited within the University of Erotic
Artistry.

The classrooms within had been what she expected, with plenty
of seminars under way exploring erotic poetry, live nude model painting classes
and lectures examining the role of sexuality within the media. What she was met
with at a room labelled  ‘discipline room’
however truly made her realise the extent to which sexuality embodied everything
within the premises, both the curriculum itself as well as the punishments for
those who disobey the rules or fall behind on coursework and assignments.

A lady was sat at a table, lightly adding the last details
to a beautiful, intricate painting of female genitalia. Wondering how doing
this painting was a punishment, the woman then turned to her and spoke.

“She has been denied for over a week.”

It was then that she realised that this woman holding the
paintbrush was not the one being punished. Upon closer inspection, with a gasp
of astonishment, it became clear that this was no painting at all; a girl was
beneath the table, her genitals being painted with a flower design while she
remained as still as possible, most certainly in complete sexual agony. Having
been denied for a week, it was clear from the contractions of her pussy and the
twitches of her clitoris that those slow, teasing brush strokes were teasingly
and tormentingly pleasurable. The woman with the paintbrush seemed to take much
delight in making the girl’s swollen clitoris ache with need for more, using
her tongue and fingers to add to the cruel torture that the fine tipped
paintbrush was mercilessly invoking.

Once it was over, the girl’s pussy was left alone to
convulse with the need for more. It would be another few hours of teasing
before the student would be allowed to climax. While she was shocked at the
type of punishment she was witnessing, she couldn’t help but gaze at the beauty
of the sight, unaware that it wouldn’t be long until the staff found reason to
put her through the very same scenario; the staff greatly enjoyed all the
opportunities to perfect their techniques in the most erotic of body painting.

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