As your lips play against my clit, I feel release is so near...yes, almost there...
Then gone -
I vaguely hear you say something....what is it? My mind tries to focus back on what you said.....allowing me release, but in your time? What does this mean? And how long must I wait. The thought causes another moan to escape my lips.
Then, again, your lips seeking out my most tender of spots. I pull and twist against the restraints. Suddenly the leather seems so heavy, so confining. No, I am in no pain, except for the pain of longing. Longing to feel your hair under my fingers, longing to wrap my legs about your shoulders, longing to pull you deeper into me. But the leather holds me back. I twist, pull, jerk, hoping against hope that one of the straps will give, yet they stay fast.
Your lips on me is providing just enough pressure to keep me at the point of going over the edge, but not quite. By trying to raise my hips, turning my body as much as I can, maybe I can drive you closer into me, cause your lips to close tightly around my swollen nub. Suddenly, I feel....your finger? your thumb?....pushing against my ass, my tiny puckered hole. Probing me, teasing me, I moan out my desire. I feel as though I may go crazy with desire!
And then, the lips are gone....
I lay, quivering, twisting, turning, a sheen of sweat covers my body from the exertions I've just been through. One simple word escapes my lips, the only word I can think of that sums up all of my feelings at this moment...
"Please!"
Your answer of "Soon" leaves my head reeling. How long will the teasing continue....can I stand it much longer? I feel now as if my body should burst. I continue to strain and pull, knowing it is foolish, yet my body is acting on impluse.
And then....the lips return. At the same time I feel my ass being assaulted fully, and my desire is at a zenith. I start to writhe and buck, my mind furiously demanding attention. I feel your lips almost attacking my tender and swollen flesh. And now, it doesn't take long. I have been pushed to the edge far too often to deny my body what it so badly needs.
Tensing and straining against all four restraints, I cry out my orgasm to you and to the room. I feel my hips bucking, and feel the leather cutting into the skin of my wrists and ankles from the magnitude of my body's response to you. Straining, bucking, and moaning loudly I feel waves of pleasure wash over me, as waves on the seashore.
As the tide of pleasure ebbs, my body continues to shake and quiver, my breathing coming in ragged gasps as I feel myself begin to relax, satisfied....oh, so satisfied.
Until my mind wonders at which game you might have in store for us....
Then gone -
I vaguely hear you say something....what is it? My mind tries to focus back on what you said.....allowing me release, but in your time? What does this mean? And how long must I wait. The thought causes another moan to escape my lips.
Then, again, your lips seeking out my most tender of spots. I pull and twist against the restraints. Suddenly the leather seems so heavy, so confining. No, I am in no pain, except for the pain of longing. Longing to feel your hair under my fingers, longing to wrap my legs about your shoulders, longing to pull you deeper into me. But the leather holds me back. I twist, pull, jerk, hoping against hope that one of the straps will give, yet they stay fast.
Your lips on me is providing just enough pressure to keep me at the point of going over the edge, but not quite. By trying to raise my hips, turning my body as much as I can, maybe I can drive you closer into me, cause your lips to close tightly around my swollen nub. Suddenly, I feel....your finger? your thumb?....pushing against my ass, my tiny puckered hole. Probing me, teasing me, I moan out my desire. I feel as though I may go crazy with desire!
And then, the lips are gone....
I lay, quivering, twisting, turning, a sheen of sweat covers my body from the exertions I've just been through. One simple word escapes my lips, the only word I can think of that sums up all of my feelings at this moment...
"Please!"
Your answer of "Soon" leaves my head reeling. How long will the teasing continue....can I stand it much longer? I feel now as if my body should burst. I continue to strain and pull, knowing it is foolish, yet my body is acting on impluse.
And then....the lips return. At the same time I feel my ass being assaulted fully, and my desire is at a zenith. I start to writhe and buck, my mind furiously demanding attention. I feel your lips almost attacking my tender and swollen flesh. And now, it doesn't take long. I have been pushed to the edge far too often to deny my body what it so badly needs.
Tensing and straining against all four restraints, I cry out my orgasm to you and to the room. I feel my hips bucking, and feel the leather cutting into the skin of my wrists and ankles from the magnitude of my body's response to you. Straining, bucking, and moaning loudly I feel waves of pleasure wash over me, as waves on the seashore.
As the tide of pleasure ebbs, my body continues to shake and quiver, my breathing coming in ragged gasps as I feel myself begin to relax, satisfied....oh, so satisfied.
Until my mind wonders at which game you might have in store for us....