The lightest stroke against my body ignites a flame. Desire is the spark. His touch, the fuel.
I writhe and moan. I scream and whimper. I turn inside out, begging for more and for less.
No words are spoken. He knows I’m trapped, caught in a snare made of nerve-endings and desire, pain and pleasure.
I plead, for what I don’t know.
I scream in frustration, both wanting and fearing more.
I offer other sweet bits of skin for his pleasure, anything to make the burning stop, to make the overpowering waves of need subside.
All I’ve done is thrown kindling on the fire.
Strums of fingertips are joined by flicks of tongue on sensitive skin.
I melt into a puddle of pure want.
More, I must have more. Don’t stop, never stop.
Please, God, stop. I can’t take it.
No is not a safeword.
Until I hear the words that will set me free.
“Come for me, girl.”
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Lately, I’ve been super-sensitive and some form of this keeps happening. It’s both amazing and maddening, but he seems to like it. Okay, enough about me. Go forth and read other bits of smutty goodness!
Excellently written and very erotic
‘The lightest stroke against my body ignites a flame. Desire is the spark. His touch, the fuel.’
I love this!
😀 Thank you!
Perfectly captures that crazy out of control moment right before the end. “I offer other sweet bits of skin for his pleasure, anything to make the burning stop…” Love this xxx
Sometimes that craziness is from beginning to end…at least, lately it has been. Too intense, too much, too crazy. 🙂
you have such a delicious way of expressing desire, just delicious!!!
Awww, thank you!
No would be the worst safe word ever, right? Well, I’m glad you endured…it certainly seems like you got your reward 😉
Worst. Ever. LOL
I do love keeping you on edge.
I noticed. 😉