Confessions

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Do you even understand how you can affect me? How fucking badly I can want for you. I'll ache so much so badly that I can't even think, I can't breathe.

All I'll know is that Fuck, I need you so damn bad. Need your mouth against mine before it works its way along my jaw. Your hot breath fanning across my skin, the graze of your hands along my shoulders, my chest.

My nipples are so sensitive and you know it. It drives me near insanity and I need you to tease them more than in this fantasy you do. But only briefly.

Enough to give them a tweak and a pull so just fuck. You know just how they're a weak spot for me. It's part of why you tease them and I love that.

I love when you tease me. Slowly toy with all of the spots that you know where I'll easily fall apart for you. Work me up.

Until I'm squirming against you and whining. Ready to beg you for more, but my voice is just as unsteady and quaking as the rest of me. Maybe when I give a broken whimper you lock your hand around my mouth.

I know you like to hear me get loud, but this way you can feel my muffled voice vibrate and hum against your palm. You'll know just what you're clearly doing to me and you know I like to be gagged. Fuck and it's even better when you tie me up.

When I'm helpless and your hands a squirming plaything just for you. God do you know what else I fantasize about? You throwing me down onto the bed, tying my hands behind me and of course my legs.

But they wouldn't be tied together. No, each leg would be on its own, but secured thigh to calf. Still able to spread as you need, but still keeping me trapped for you.

And my mouth clamped tight beneath your palm while you press against my back. Your fingers between my legs to bury me in nothing, nothing short of sweet torture. And your own mouth would be suckling, biting, licking along my throat and up to my ears.

But that's to get me worked up. And ready for the real torment. You pressing my hand-touching wand against my sensitive clit.

Even just thinking about it. How I would be so at your mercy. Fuck.

Over-stimulation is a thing you ruin me with and just imagine how I'll squeal from how intense those vibrations are. Think about how it will feel trapped beneath your palm. How it will start to sound as I unravel.

Can you picture how my hips would be bucking wildly back and forth? Can you picture the raw need that would be burning in my eyes? I wouldn't be able to hide how I need to be brought to the edge by you and held there until I beg to be pushed over it.

I want you to be a little cruel. To pull that pleasure just out of my reach when I start getting desperate. And then tell me I'm so pretty when I whine for you.

It would be too soon to let me fall over that edge and into that release. I need to be shaking, almost completely lost beneath your touch. In this fantasy, I need you to hold me at your mercy.

Have me longing and trying to beg for that relief just out of my reach. But the palm of your hand traps my pleas, locks me more into that helplessness. Oh, just look at you.

You say to me slowly, quietly. You're such a mess now, was there something you wanted? Fuck, I feel myself clench just picturing that.

The cruel teasing would have me quivering, taunting me, holding my pleasure just out of reach. Wicked laughter in my ear. I'd beg a muffled please against your hand.

But all you'd say is, Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't understand that. You'll have to speak more clearly. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I think of you drinking in the sight of me. Such a whimpering, squirming, shaking mess. Once I finally sound desperate enough, then you let me come.

Only to flip me over so I'm face down on the bed. My knees propping up my hips for you while the pillow does to my voice what your hand can no longer do. Then you growl.

And fuck me until I can do nothing but drown in you and forget my own name. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.