
The eroticism of pleasure. How it formulates and changes. It begins as something to tease and tantalise you with, then becomes something to inflict upon you – pleasure: gentle and devastating all at once.
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The eroticism of pleasure. How it formulates and changes. It begins as something to tease and tantalise you with, then becomes something to inflict upon you – pleasure: gentle and devastating all at once.
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Hypnotize me with your lust.
It’s not simply the act of sex that turns me on so much, it’s knowing just how much you want to be inside me that makes me never want to stop.
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No matter what position I take you in, I always want you to feel completely helpless and at my mercy.
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Wanting to feel you quiver around me while I command your most sensitive places… knowing that you want me to press just that bit harder, just that bit faster.
Every digit, every inch, every ounce of my body, all designed solely to overwhelm you with pleasure.
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With every thrust it feels deeper and deeper.
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I love the way your fingers clench when you get just a little too sensitive, when it gets a little too much to take.
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Slow everything down. Capture every sensation. Savour every moment.
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In this room she is his. Like a lion assessing its prey, the teacher’s eyes survey her hungrily. She knows exactly why she is here, yet her feigns of innocence make him even more intent on following through with what he had always implied to her. Her favourite college class was about to get so much better.
So often this student had teased him so subtly during lessons, flirting with him at every opportunity and wearing the skimpiest outfits all for his enjoyment. It wasn’t until he started to whisper things to her during lectures, in the guise of offering help with work, that he came to realise the hold that he had over her. The way her hand always slid under the desk any time he approached, to whisper more things in her ear, telling her just what he’d like to do to her, how he’d love to strip her right there and then. So slender, so full of desire, so delicate, so perfect for him to dominate.