Your body is an extension of my craving, my desire, my lust.
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It’s not the feeling of how your pussy clenches around every inch of my length… it’s not how erotic it is to have your gorgeous, sensitive body pressing against me… nor is it the wonderful sounds you make as you moan in pleasure. It is the look on your face that captivates me the most: that look of rapture. How we’ve spent so long slowly building this up, holding back until finally, you can’t stall it any more. That expression of pure ecstasy, telling me that every second was worth it, telling me that you don’t want it to stop. That’s why I won’t stop or slow down, no matter how intensely you come.
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Drinking Games
Never had she expected that a little game they had played during a night out would come back to haunt her, yet here she was, tied spread-eagle to the bed at her housemate’s mercy.
”30 minutes for every guy who buys you a drink.’’
It hadn’t seemed too dangerous…
It’s a pattern I’ll repeat over and over again…
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When your innocence is laid bare, when your most natural longings are exposed… these are the moments I exist for.
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“Fuck me.”
The need to grip hold of him overwhelms you. To wrap your arms around the force that penetrates you. If not to pull him to you and make him pump into your faster, then at least to wrap around him and feel that masculine frame more intimately, yet still you are confined.
The faster he goes, the more you fight against your bondage, yearning to hold him as tightly as the pleasure holds you to in its grip.
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Feeling yourself restrained, leaving your mind free to lose itself in the constant cycle of lust.
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Those moments… when you feel as if the teasing never ends.
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When you feel yourself trapped within my grasp, your arms held back within mine, your sight blocked by my palm, hearing nothing but my voice and your own breath, You know that your body is mine.
The world outside, the room itself, the ground beneath your very feet, it all disappears… all that exists is the feeling of my hands pressed to you and the thoughts of the pleasures to come.
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“That’s it, come for me. I want to watch you throw your head back, and hear the change of tone in your moans as you realise that I’m not stopping, no matter how much your eyes plead with me.”
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