Month: June 2018
Let’s all take a moment and thank biology that our internal organs don’t itch.
Fun fact: digestion is actually really painful but your brain just tells you it’s fine the same way it tells you not to bite off your fingure even though you can
that’s… frustrating
Hey quick question why the FUCK doesn’t it do that for menstrual cramps
Do you think it’s unbearable already? You’ll tell me tomorrow morning after you’ve spent all night like that.
He knew he’d pulled pulled back when you were just on the brink and laughed cruelly when your small body just twitched and quivered, not understanding the oh so pleasurable orgasm had been ripped away from you. He’d said he’d let you cum. He’d never specified how.
It starts off so subtle. The gentle, yet stiff fibers are almost whisper soft. It feels nice, almost a little ticklish to start. But about 15 minutes of slow painting over your lips, the wetness begins to seep out, surprising you a little. Without commenting, I gather it up on my brush and continue. The bristles glistening, they slide even more luxuriously around and over your clit.
I take the brush away and replace it with my tongue, the new sensation feels twice as good as I up the pressure slightly, reminding you how much better it can be. It also serves to hasten your pace to the edge.
Almost as soon as I start with my tongue, I remove it, letting your pussy pulse and begin aching for more. I pick up the brush again. For the next 30 minutes I trace your lips and just the outside of your hood, feeling you try to lean into me, trying to aim it where you need it.
“Hold still,’ I say, firmly. “I won’t ask again.”
You freeze, mind racing. What does that mean? “Will he spank my pussy again or, worse, stop altogether?”
Before you can consider it further you feel the brush on the edge of your clit again. Only upstrokes. So frustrating, those. A slight punishment, but you still feel yourself getting closer. You’ve been denied so long even that is enough to eventually get you to cum.
But your orgasm is a distant thought of mine. The edge is where you belong. And that’s where I intend to keep you.
After an hour, you’re a wet mess, but my plan has succeeded. Your clit twitches and pulses hard now, with each contact of the brush. You’re close. So fucking close.
I pause again, slowly put my fingers inside you. You nearly explode, but I’m careful. So careful. I want to fuck you with them, with my cock. But I know you’re at your limit. But I’m not done. I intend to walk that line between orgasm and not…between ecstasy and agony…until you’re mine completely. It won’t be long. The added stimulation of my fingers has you quivering…your pussy clenching involuntarily, but not regularly. A good sign..for me. That means you’re not quite at the edge again.
I notice you haven’t breathed in a few seconds.
“Breathe, baby,” I say, bringing you back to reality. You do, quickly. “Good girl. I don’t want you passing out yet. Not when we have so many more edges to go.”
The brush resumes, your horny, frustrated mews begin to fill the air again. Your clit spasms again, I feel your pussy clench tightly. I can almost FEEL the pleasure surging through you again. You try to remain motionless when you just want to thrash all over and hold my face between your legs as my tongue finishes you off.
I pause again.
Now I have you.
You’re fucked.
You’re mine.
100 more to go.