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As he leaves the room to clean up, he hands me a dildo and a vibrator with instructions to not stop but yet not to come without permission. I see him in my periphery here and there, he keeps a casual eye on me but won’t say anything. I am already halfway there and it doesn’t take me long to get to the point where I have to start backing off with the vibrator, or I will come.
I know he wants me to come and I know he’ll make me beg for it. But this time he is not egging me on with filthy words. As I move the vibrator a fraction of an inch away from my clit I call out softly to him for I cannot see him.
Please, Sir…..I’m getting close
No reply. I don’t know where he is.
Closer….please…
I am whimpering pathetically, and suddenly I see him. He is watching me with purpose, still he says nothing. As a moan and short sob escapes my lips he comes closer, his eyes focused intently on mine.
My eyes glaze over; my eyelids flutter in attempt to stay open.
I can’t…..please…please, Sir
He brings his hand to me, to my face. Slowly, methodically, sensually he traces my lips with the faintest touch of his fingertips. Still staring me down without a word. It is killing me. His gaze travels from my face to my body to my cunt and I feel the heat and shame of being under perceived scrutiny.
I am flushed and shaking now and I am on the verge of disobeying. He is at my side so close that I feel the heat from his body. His hand goes behind my head to the other side and his fingers graze my neck; right on my sensitive spot. Our foreheads touching now, his nose to my temple, he finally sets me free:
COME.
And I’m gone. My breathing is quick and heavy and I moan and I’m cresting the hill with the tingles; the second I go silent and he sees my eyelids spasm and flutter -
His hand clamps over my mouth.
Firmly.
It is done in such a way that I cannot breath and I squeal in fear but the lack of oxygen is intensifying my orgasm as it crashes and my cunt contracts and my lungs burn and I arch and twist and ride it out. As soon as I begin to truly panic he removes his hand and the air rushes back to me. With a “good girl” he is gone from my line of sight and I am left to recover on my own, gasping as my brain cries for more oxygen.
The erotic intensity is shocking to me.
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March 10th, 2009 at 4:50 am
I’m left hot’n'bothered. That’s really all I can say. Wow….
~ You look like someone I know…..kinda sorta…and thanks :)
March 10th, 2009 at 3:52 pm
Mmmm this was delicious and sexy! Oh I enjoyed it very much.
~Thank you :) Was starting to worry, lol
March 10th, 2009 at 7:51 pm
oh, that’s really really hot!
~ thanks for letting me know, i get needy when it seems i scared off people :)
March 11th, 2009 at 11:32 pm
I sent this to my boyfriend, which in retrospect might have been a bad idea. God knows I don’t need to be giving him ideas… ;) In any case, this is raw and intense and terribly, terribly hot.
~ Oh yes you DO need to give him ideas ;) Thanks!! Nice to see a few others share this kink, hehe
March 13th, 2009 at 11:43 am
Wow, that’s seriously hot. I’ve only recently discovered I love having a hand over my mouth, but no breath’s been cut off yet. You make it sound really good though!
And I can’t believe I haven’t really looked at your site properly until now! It’s darn good!
Slowly working my way through the archives as I speak :)
~ I always feel a little…apprehensive, when I see/know people are reading through the archives, lol. It’s nice but I feel more exposed, I guess. But yet it’s nice that people want to read back! :) Thank you for the very flattering praise :)
March 14th, 2009 at 7:42 am
Y’know, it’s got to the point now where I can’t read words like ‘exposed’ without thinking of them in a good way. And to think, I used to be such a nice girl…. ah well. :)
And you’re welcome.
~ I used to be a nice girl, too. It didn’t get me anywhere fun.
March 17th, 2009 at 4:55 pm
Oh wow, though I had a feeling that was coming, it still crept up on me quite unexpected! Mmmm, something about breath control always gets me hot.
March 17th, 2009 at 10:28 pm
I’d never thought breath control was something I wanted to try, til i read this. Now…damn. Hot!
Jade
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