bashfull
raunchy romantic
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2002
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I am torn between the pain and heaviness in my arms and the pleasure you are giving my pussy. I can feel myself drawing closer and closer to an orgasm as small waves of pleasure start to spread through my body as you quicken the pace with your fingers. Should I ask? I begin to whimper and a faint moan escapes my lips. . .”please,” I say just above a whisper. . .
I pretend not to hear your whispered plea. Choosing instead to work my fingers faster, pushing deeper, curling, my thumb pressing your clit. I can tell your body is in agony now, so many sensations, so much pressure begging for release. Not yet, though, are you ready for that moment. Still coherent, still too concious of thought, I continue to take you higher, striving to help you find that moment when all mental control is lost to you, when your body overwhelms the mind, seeking and acting for itself alone.