Soaking in the glorious sight of your body revealing all your darkest desires. Long slow deliberate strokes, creating a want within that almost consumes you. With each stroke your lips begin to swell, you can feel your clit harden and tingle, as each passing slowly distorts into a low moan. Suddenly your hips begin to rock, the gentle pressure of my thumbs not nearly enough to quell the ache the burns within. You crave more, something harder, something that will sate your needs. A thumb and finger, a tongue, a thick cock, something pushed inside you. Time seems to drag forever as you almost beg for relief, but like I said some moments should never be rushed.
oh wow
[For the full experience, please open this link side-by-side with this post.]
Masturbate.
Normally, when I get to get off after a week (or two, or three, or four) without, I go faster than I know I should. But I’m so horny at that point that I just don’t care. I just want to cum. So I do.
Masturbate.
I’m lying in bed, waiting for Miss to get home, and I feel like an anxious kitty waiting for my owner. Except I’m edging for what I think might be the sixth or seventh time, and I’m recording it all for her to listen to when she gets back.
I’m so horny that I can barely keep my hands off of myself. I’m right up against the edge, and then I let go, and beg into my phone to be allowed to cum… and then I’m right back to touching.
Masturbate.
Miss is listening to my recording, in what must be the longest and shortest 15 minutes of my life simultaneously. I edge so much that at one point I just blank out, somewhere half-asleep, just edging and edging and not even thinking about anything any more, just keeping that sleepy, steady rhythm.
By the time she gets through with it, I’ve hit this blissful, slightly-floaty, almost transcendent state, high on adrenaline and God knows what other hormones. I just want to surrender to her and be hers and… yeah, I want to cum too, but that’s secondary.
Masturbate.
Miss finally allows me to cum, with one condition: I stroke until I literally can’t touch myself any more. I sneak into the shower, and… on a whim, I kneel on the tile, the water pouring down over top of me. It feels damn good. I start to touch.
Masturbate.
All the while, I’ve been staring at that image, and now it’s all I can think about. I start to whisper that word under the water, keeping pace with it, working myself up bit by bit. Slowly, I get close to the edge, but the slow pace pulls me back from it, only until the next pushes me up against it again. I don’t even have the words to express how good it felt, just slowly edging it up, bit by bit, after half an hour (?) of edging over and over, slowly getting closer, slowly, slowly, flirting with the edge and then oh fuck, no THIS is the edge then oh fuck, HERE it is…
I cum, so goddamn hard I have to brace myself with a hand against the floor. I’m twitching and curling up and fuck, fuck, fuck, I milk myself dry and still touch and stroke and squirm.
Masturbate.
I’m standing in the shower, the spray running down my back. I try to touch a little more, but I’m still just way too sensitive. Then, for some reason, my wrists just… naturally cross right above my butt. Maybe it’s the afterglow, the hormones, the whatever, but the way the water runs down over my body, standing there with my head bowed…
It just feels right.
Masturbate.
…With permission.
Holy fuckity fuck, babe. I… Wow. I have no words for this. I’m sort of turned on and sort of emotional and how did I not know you’re this good a writer?
I love you, kitten. <3