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Sweet Surrender

Naked, defenceless, teased to a frenzy… succumb to the sweet surrender.

At first, you’ll take it. You’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.

Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand. 

You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.

You won’t break the cuffs. You won’t crawl away. You won’t be given a rest.

You will simply come.

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How such innocent games like hide and seek can be rendered into such erotic affairs. The deal was that if she evaded him for two full minutes, she would be allowed to come as often as she’d like over the next two weeks. If he found her within the time, he’d force her to come as much as he wanted to before she’d be placed in denial for the next two weeks. It was her indecision on what sounded most attractive at the time that cost her, not giving herself enough time to find a good hiding place…

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I want my mouth to be all that you can think about. The impression my tongue can make, to leave you enamoured of its ability to keep you quivering. The eroticism of how I can bring about so many sensations from such a small part of you, how such tiny actions can leave you breathless.

While my commanding lips entangle with your own most tender ones, communicating eroticism with such relentless desire, the intent always remains. I always want to be certain that the next time you see me, the next time you hear me, all you’ll be thinking about is my head nestled between your thighs.

My head between your thighs, lips pressing tighter, and fingers working you faster as you get closer and closer. What turns you on most isn’t simply knowing how much I want to make you come. It’s knowing that when you do come, I won’t stop. You can try and move away, but all that will do is draw me closer to keep you held tighter. I love when the excitement turns to disbelief – feeling like you can’t possibly come any more, yet knowing that I won’t stop until you do.

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Clutching and writhing… pulling against the restraints in the dual need for it to stop and for it to never end. What devastates you the most is the knowledge that, in your restrained, helpless state, where I could do absolutely anything in the world to you, the one thing I choose to do is bury my face deeply between your thighs and press my lips to your pussy.

With every choice in the world at my fingertips, I choose to devour your pleasure and gorge on your clitoris like its the only option there is… the only thing I ever want to do.

Your ecstasy is all that fuels me.

By now I’m sure you know that it’s about me showing you what every part of me can do to you.

By now, you know that I want you weeping in ecstasy.

This is why I wanted you to tell me when you couldn’t come any more from my cock. When you felt like you’d handled all of the orgasms you could take. I wanted to show you that my lips around your clitoris once again would rekindle that fire.

Now, as you come once again, I’ll have to keep going just to punish you for lying. To punish you for telling me that there was no more left.

This is exactly why I’m so patient, why I hold myself back. When I come… when you finish me off however you want to… it’s not just because I’m bursting with need. My orgasm happens because we’ve reached that point when you absolutely can’t handle any more. And not a moment before.

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I want that intensity you felt, that sensation of being pushed to your limits, to be a foreshadowing of what you’d feel when I’m now buried inside you.

Surely you didn’t think I’d let your clitoris receive any rest, did you?

You know you deserve to be punished with ecstasy. Punishing you for how hard you make me throb while inside your body. Punishing you for how your moans and squeals make light up my fantasies. Punishing you for making me want to come so badly yet never wanting this situation to stop. Like a battle between our bodies, between how much pleasure you can take and how much I can give.

All the while, I see that look in your eyes that tells me everything I need to know.

‘More!’

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I want you to know, while I devour your pussy, that everything within me is yearning to thrust inside you. My body constantly burns with the need to penetrate you, to feel your wetness clenching around my eager length.

That’s why I won’t stop. I want you to feel it too. I want to cherish your clitoris and feast on your sex until you feel that same need, until you desperately need me to fuck you, to penetrate you. Not because you truly understand how much my cock throbs to feel your softness, but because you know you couldn’t possibly handle any more, because you know my thrusts might give that delicate nub a little respite.

My finger feeling how much you clench when you come, my tongue feeling how swollen your clitoris gets, my head feeling how tightly your thighs squeeze when it gets too much… everything in me wants to make you feel so much more. It’s as if I want to punish your body more and more for how erotic you are.

Don’t worry, you’ll get what you need soon enough. You’ve just got to earn it, with every shudder, every moan and every climax.

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It is not simply a want or merely a desire. It is absolutely a need. The need to feel you at your limit, to know that you are experiencing pleasure that your mind craves yet your body struggles to handle.

The need to feel your sensitive pussy clench as your delicate body succumbs to the inevitable. The need to hold you back and make sure you fully endure it, to prevent you from protecting your hypersensitive clitoris from what you truly crave. The need to feel you trying to make me stop, yet never actually trying to get away.

The necessity to never stop hearing you moan and scream in ecstasy, to feel you shudder and shake in overstimulation. A need, an addiction, an obsession with your pleasure.

I need it just as much as you do.

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