PleasureTorture – "When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun."

The knowledge that you can be so easily stimulated with every sensation.

The gliding of fingertips seducing your imagination. The hum of a vibrator drilling ecstasy to your core. The flicker of a paintbrush sweeping pleasure across your intimacy. Even the dancing splashes of water heaping ecstasy upon your delicacy.

Your body is purpose built for pleasure. Use it as a tool to find sensuality in everything you can.

Even as the pleasure rises and feels a little too much, meet it and hold it, savour it. Let your flesh succumb to the desire of your mind as you hold yourself to the stimulation, until your hips want to buck and give in, until you try to pull away. Then continue just a little bit more, ready to scream out in bliss. Not for anyone other than yourself. Cry out in passion, a celebration of your constant erotic exploration. Knowing that next time, you’ll be sure to make yourself cry out just that little bit more.

Our bodies, A canvas for eroticism and sensuality.

Good girl. Thank me for the explosive pleasure, for the tidal wave of ecstasy that has you writhing.

The fact that you naturally keep your hands above your head means you recall all of the times they are tied there, so used to being helpless, unsure whether you’ll be thanking me for an orgasm or clenching uselessly in the frustration of denial.

Be thankful for this mercy, as you know it doesn’t come frequently.

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How much our bodies entice us, when just those little pieces of fabric are the only thing coming between what we want to do to one another.

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The physical embodiment of anticipation.

Silk Garment: A Halloween Tale

A demonic voice and a nightmarish lust. Her silk lingerie isn’t the only thing that has her wanting to touch herself more in this haunting audio erotica.

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The Astronaut Costume

She’d been here for hours, yet the alien continued to feast on her like she hadn’t passed out again and again from the unendurable pleasure that had consumed her. Despite being in a dream scenario she’d have longed for, Catherine truly could not handle any more.

Having laughed off the warnings about being cautious of what type of outfit she wore, Catherine couldn’t remember anything between leaving the Halloween party and finding herself in this dark, otherworldly place. She had loved the outfit she wore, a skin-tight, light-blue space suit that really accentuated her hips and felt just as comfortable to wear while out as it had when she’d tried it on initially.

Typically, she was too self-conscious to wear something so revealing and skin-tight. For the Halloween party, however, she felt much more daring. What pleased her the most were the number of compliments she received, not just from her friends, and the fact that she never felt leered at or uncomfortable. The sexy astronaut costume was a hit. By the time she was leaving, everything regarding the warnings that had circulated had all been forgotten.

The Angel Costume

“You’ve told us again and again that you were only dressing up as a sexy angel for Halloween. Continuing to scream it out again and again isn’t going to stop us from taking turns making you come in every manner possible. You’re in our domain now; Succubi and Incubi just can’t get enough of angels like yourself.”

The 80s Costume

Surely just dressing in an 80s pop star fashion wouldn’t cause any concern. That’s what Mary had hoped, yet as soon as the Halloween party was over, as she was being driven home, everything changed.

Suddenly, it was as if everything had been paused. The driver was gone, yet everything around her was still in a blur, as if her surroundings had paused while in motion. Before Mary could try and make sense of what was happening, sounds began emanating from the prop headphones she was wearing. The whispers that flowed into her mind were accompanied by sounds of men and women in a state of ecstasy. Instantly, Mary was put into a state of warmth and contentment. Visions of sex and foreplay played in her thoughts as arousal quickly flooded throughout. The sounds, the whispers all describing each of Mary’s deep-seated fantasies, were like an erotic spell being cast on her.