Confines of Your Mind

Free within the confines of your mind, you can surrender yourself to your fantasies.

You tease yourself to the thought of letting your lust overcome you, unconfined to thoughts of fear, doubt and security; sex is all there is. The electric surges of pleasure flow throughout you as your body slowly succumbs to the scenarios your mind creates; the more your sex convulses to the touch of your fingertips against those soft petals of flesh, the more your imagination wanders further, deeper. Even as the pleasure builds to something more, you try to control it and hold it back, not allowing yourself the release you will soon truly crave. Hips swaying as you imagine stripping for a stranger, ready to ride that hardness your feel between your thighs, unleashing your animalistic desires, you are only just getting started…

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“Hi there,

It’s my girlfriend’s birthday next week, and she has always talked about how being teased by multiple people has always been her biggest turn-on. I thought I’d reach out to you all because she’s spoken about how exciting her past experiences with you have been. Could you help me make her dream come true on her Birthday?

I’ve got a lovely day out planned with her, and then in the evening we were to use our bondage table to have a little fun. The idea I had in mind was to surprise her with all of you once she was restrained. Then you could have all the fun you lot want with her. You all should know how sensitive she gets, so this would be the perfect way to make her come more times than she ever imagined she could endure.

She had told me about how a couple of you had first introduced her to forced orgasms, so I’d make sure that I supply you with the toys to make it hellishly delightful for her. She’s told me so many times how much of a wish it is to be forced to come until she passes out, so think how fun it would be to do this with all of you at once, how overwhelmingly intense it would be. Those of you who are interested and can do it, please message me back, and we’ll make it the best birthday gift ever.

Kind regards”

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The hardness and the softness, that delicious friction, a slippery wet sensation of pure sexual delight. How the anticipation gives way to unstoppable urges, the way the pulsating heat invites and intoxicates. Every tremble and shudder, every pulse and twitch, feeling how deep he’ll be within her, feeling how softly she’ll wrap around him. The pleasure resonates deeper and deeper, thrusting and churning within, and that is before he is even inside her.

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The Masseuse (Part II)

(Part I)

If she knew how much she’d be internally screaming out with need for an orgasm, she’d have never denied herself for so long.

She had often enjoyed the sensuality of her monthly full-body massage. While she always felt that her masseuse lingered on her inner thighs more than necessary, there was nothing overtly sexual about the experience. What was apparent, however, was that after every massage, she had a great need to masturbate once she returned home. She always abstained from playing with herself for a few days before her massage, enjoying the heightened sensitivity and where her imagination led her following the massage. This time she had decided to test herself and abstain for the entire month. Having not touched herself intimately between her last massage and this one, she was already in a hyper-sexual state of mind before even lying down on the table.

Covered in only a towel, she was aware of how little her body was concealed from the two women who walked into the room. The masseuse and her female accomplice -introduced as a trainee – began massaging her back. The second woman’s wonderfully soft, warm hands ran across her shoulders while the masseuse focused on her legs. Folding the towel down inch by inch, the trainee was free to press along more of her back. It would have had her imagination on fire to have been focusing on how this newcomer’s fingertips were grazing so close to the sides of her breasts, squished against the padded table. What instead drew her attention was how the masseuse’s hands were gliding up her legs so brazenly. The masseuse’s hands slid from feet to ankles to upper thighs and buttocks in one direct motion, instantly pushing the towel up so that it barely concealed her intimacy. A mixture of shyness and arousal coursed through the silent woman. Feeling a little cool air between her legs, she closed them, knowing that the masseuse positioned at the foot of the massage table would be able to sneak a peek at her privacy if so inclined. She was unable to conceal a gasp as the masseuse suddenly gripped her ankles and pulled her legs back apart.

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10/31

Never a warning, never a sign of any change, yet it was always the same day: October 31st.

She always ensured she stayed at home, the intoxicating aroma of dread, arousal and anticipation in the air, keeping her in the house every night on this date as if a prisoner in her own home.

It was always the same pattern. She would lie in bed, drifting off into the arms of sleep, when the night was at its most still and silent, the moonlight always shining through as if to bathe her in the most erotic glow for the unseen intruder, a preemptive spotlight.

At first, it was simply a gentle tease, like the softest of fingertips slowly alerting her body, tracing up and down her frame and waking both her mind and senses. It brought about feelings that made her want to touch herself, though whatever it was, it never allowed her to do such a thing. It wanted her pleasure brought about by itself alone.

Not once was a sound made except for her own breathing. Even after all this time, she still couldn’t stop herself from calling out to it, even though she knew there would be no reply. That moment was always when things began to get too much… it always became too much by the end.

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Just keep teasing yourself, don’t lower yourself down any further. Just let that inch penetrate you, making you want so much more. I know you want nothing more than to take it all deep inside you, but you’ve got to wait and anticipate it until every inch of you screams out for it. After all, you must know how much I also want to feel that tight, soft wetness wrap around my entire length. Good girl, keep letting just the tip slip up and down. If only you could feel how much the rest of my cock is pulsing in anticipation of being inside you. I want you at that point where you know that you will come the moment you take every inch of me within you.

Get ready to thrust down on me…

Now… take it all.

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Feeling the sensitive parts you want the most, the differences that will very soon unite you so intensely. The softness and the hardness, the firmness and the wetness. Feeling the same pulsing desire that the other can feel just the same. It’s these moments before which linger on your mind most afterwards. The more you explore, the more you want to be explored.

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Watching him penetrate her makes you wonder how it must feel to have a part of your body inside that soft wetness. That slick little space is so hot, smooth and inviting that even your fingers want to slip within; the desire must be unbearable for that hard cock. Your eyes can’t keep from lingering on her. How you know just what it feels like to be taken that way, the fulfilment of having it thrust so deeply inside.

Your fingers work as hard and fast as that cock pounding her so intently, knowing that as she trembles and quivers in the throes of orgasm, your own pleasure will want to spill over. But no, you will hold it back once again, ready for him to fuck you just the same, to let him feel all that pent-up longing surrounding his length the moment he presses himself within that dripping wet haven. You want to come just like her. You won’t. You will merely watch her climax as they watch you shudder on the brink again and again.

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Keep those arms and legs spread for him. You will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs outstretched, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. 

First, tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. 

Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.

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