mamisolit: Yours truly ♥

2017-10-03 04:10:18

mamisolit: Yours truly ♥

mamisolit: Yours truly ♥

2017-10-03 04:09:57

mamisolit: Yours truly ♥

mamisolit: Yours truly ♥

2017-10-03 04:09:47

mamisolit: Yours truly ♥

totallystokedonyou: Yours truly shot by Asha Efia, styled by...

2017-09-21 17:10:50

totallystokedonyou: Yours truly shot by Asha Efia, styled by Emily Shephard- back tattoo by Brad Stevens at New York Adorned

You've mentioned before that you like to think of Gomez and Morticia as a role model for a good couple. I'm curious. What specifically did you mean by that? The playfulness that those two share? Or the obvious lust/love they seem to have for one another?

2017-09-01 01:27:07

These 10 points address Gomez, but it is in specific Raul and Angelica’s portrayals that gave the inspiration for the first point. I could sum up my intention by saying this:Love like eternity has separated you, even if you’re coming back from the bathroom. Not the ‘wild passion’ but the utter devotion, adoration and enjoyment of every moment. Fill that time with as many things together as you can and enjoy the banter and wit you both possess. Don’t be afraid to be playful, goofy, or just to laugh when others might think it inappropriate. Joy is always appropriate. When the opportunity presents itself: Dance, embrace, be thankful for each other and then comes the make love like a wild beast.Love and appreciate everything about your partner, from the smallest birthmark to reading upside down in a chair or barking at passing cars. These things are part of what made them someone you love so give thanks to those things individually and in their own turn. Be honest in how you feel, don’t be afraid to love in a way that makes ‘other’ people uncomfortable. Many have given up on the dream of an ‘eternal love’ but if you find yourself with someone who makes time meaningless, then embrace that with all the passion in your soul. Some would call you mad, but that’s the point isn’t it? Love is the greatest of madness.     Beyond all the poetry, dancing, passion and adoration Gomez and Morticia shared there was a truly greater lesson that could easily have been lost in all the humor and ‘insanity’ of their world: #6 on the list. Nurture the passions of your loved ones. This is huge when you add it to ‘appreciating the uniqueness of their natural personality’. You were not ‘forced’ to be an Addams. You were one from birth. Even if not born into the family, you were still an Addams the moment you joined it. There was no discussion about past. No judgment. None of that. They gave 100% acceptance of anyone brave enough to be themselves. Their children especially weren’t molded to be like their parents. They were given the freedom of complete acceptance and self expression. So what if your child hates ‘perky’ days but embraces the gloom or chooses to read instead of playing with the other children. Their destiny isn’t yours to deny or shape for them. They may paint a work of timeless expression rather than obvious (and common) beauty. Take note of how they ‘treated the bad guys’. Even they, the ones trying to rob or kill them, were given respect. The worst they got was a touch of disappointment for the lack of creativity or commitment. That.. and Morticia’s shade is on it’s own level.The real power of the Addams family is that there is NO place for shame. No kink shame (kink does not exist there, nor should it), no geek or wierd or any shaming at all. Shame has no foothold in a world where the uniqueness of a person is exalted. THIS is an empowering lesson. You, all of you as you are and in every detail, is something to be treasured. No matter what you think about yourself, the world is diminished when you hide your true self and darkens dreadfully when you leave it. Celebrate the moments you are given here, respect that gift with the honesty of being yourself, and appreciate what those moments are filled with. Embrace what others shame. Empower your inner ‘geek’. That I think is the ultimate lesson of life. Be free to be yourself, learn to embrace that without shaming yourself, and be proud of what you bring to this world that no one else can. Without these things, we never would have learned to fly never mind reaching the stars. The world doesn’t just need smart people or talented artists.. the world needs something better, something more important: The world needs you.So this is what I mean when I say I would prefer a love (and life) like Gomez and Morticia. There are more reasons, but these are at the top of my list.

You've mentioned before that you like to think of Gomez and Morticia as a role model for a good couple. I'm curious. What specifically did you mean by that? The playfulness that those two share? Or the obvious lust/love they seem to have for one another?

2017-09-01 01:27:07

These 10 points address Gomez, but it is in specific Raul and Angelica’s portrayals that gave the inspiration for the first point. I could sum up my intention by saying this:Love like eternity has separated you, even if you’re coming back from the bathroom. Not the ‘wild passion’ but the utter devotion, adoration and enjoyment of every moment. Fill that time with as many things together as you can and enjoy the banter and wit you both possess. Don’t be afraid to be playful, goofy, or just to laugh when others might think it inappropriate. Joy is always appropriate. When the opportunity presents itself: Dance, embrace, be thankful for each other and then comes the make love like a wild beast.Love and appreciate everything about your partner, from the smallest birthmark to reading upside down in a chair or barking at passing cars. These things are part of what made them someone you love so give thanks to those things individually and in their own turn. Be honest in how you feel, don’t be afraid to love in a way that makes ‘other’ people uncomfortable. Many have given up on the dream of an ‘eternal love’ but if you find yourself with someone who makes time meaningless, then embrace that with all the passion in your soul. Some would call you mad, but that’s the point isn’t it? Love is the greatest of madness.     Beyond all the poetry, dancing, passion and adoration Gomez and Morticia shared there was a truly greater lesson that could easily have been lost in all the humor and ‘insanity’ of their world: #6 on the list. Nurture the passions of your loved ones. This is huge when you add it to ‘appreciating the uniqueness of their natural personality’. You were not ‘forced’ to be an Addams. You were one from birth. Even if not born into the family, you were still an Addams the moment you joined it. There was no discussion about past. No judgment. None of that. They gave 100% acceptance of anyone brave enough to be themselves. Their children especially weren’t molded to be like their parents. They were given the freedom of complete acceptance and self expression. So what if your child hates ‘perky’ days but embraces the gloom or chooses to read instead of playing with the other children. Their destiny isn’t yours to deny or shape for them. They may paint a work of timeless expression rather than obvious (and common) beauty. Take note of how they ‘treated the bad guys’. Even they, the ones trying to rob or kill them, were given respect. The worst they got was a touch of disappointment for the lack of creativity or commitment. That.. and Morticia’s shade is on it’s own level.The real power of the Addams family is that there is NO place for shame. No kink shame (kink does not exist there, nor should it), no geek or wierd or any shaming at all. Shame has no foothold in a world where the uniqueness of a person is exalted. THIS is an empowering lesson. You, all of you as you are and in every detail, is something to be treasured. No matter what you think about yourself, the world is diminished when you hide your true self and darkens dreadfully when you leave it. Celebrate the moments you are given here, respect that gift with the honesty of being yourself, and appreciate what those moments are filled with. Embrace what others shame. Empower your inner ‘geek’. That I think is the ultimate lesson of life. Be free to be yourself, learn to embrace that without shaming yourself, and be proud of what you bring to this world that no one else can. Without these things, we never would have learned to fly never mind reaching the stars. The world doesn’t just need smart people or talented artists.. the world needs something better, something more important: The world needs you.So this is what I mean when I say I would prefer a love (and life) like Gomez and Morticia. There are more reasons, but these are at the top of my list.

You've mentioned before that you like to think of Gomez and Morticia as a role model for a good couple. I'm curious. What specifically did you mean by that? The playfulness that those two share? Or the obvious lust/love they seem to have for one another?

2017-09-01 01:27:07

These 10 points address Gomez, but it is in specific Raul and Angelica’s portrayals that gave the inspiration for the first point. I could sum up my intention by saying this:Love like eternity has separated you, even if you’re coming back from the bathroom. Not the ‘wild passion’ but the utter devotion, adoration and enjoyment of every moment. Fill that time with as many things together as you can and enjoy the banter and wit you both possess. Don’t be afraid to be playful, goofy, or just to laugh when others might think it inappropriate. Joy is always appropriate. When the opportunity presents itself: Dance, embrace, be thankful for each other and then comes the make love like a wild beast.Love and appreciate everything about your partner, from the smallest birthmark to reading upside down in a chair or barking at passing cars. These things are part of what made them someone you love so give thanks to those things individually and in their own turn. Be honest in how you feel, don’t be afraid to love in a way that makes ‘other’ people uncomfortable. Many have given up on the dream of an ‘eternal love’ but if you find yourself with someone who makes time meaningless, then embrace that with all the passion in your soul. Some would call you mad, but that’s the point isn’t it? Love is the greatest of madness.     Beyond all the poetry, dancing, passion and adoration Gomez and Morticia shared there was a truly greater lesson that could easily have been lost in all the humor and ‘insanity’ of their world: #6 on the list. Nurture the passions of your loved ones. This is huge when you add it to ‘appreciating the uniqueness of their natural personality’. You were not ‘forced’ to be an Addams. You were one from birth. Even if not born into the family, you were still an Addams the moment you joined it. There was no discussion about past. No judgment. None of that. They gave 100% acceptance of anyone brave enough to be themselves. Their children especially weren’t molded to be like their parents. They were given the freedom of complete acceptance and self expression. So what if your child hates ‘perky’ days but embraces the gloom or chooses to read instead of playing with the other children. Their destiny isn’t yours to deny or shape for them. They may paint a work of timeless expression rather than obvious (and common) beauty. Take note of how they ‘treated the bad guys’. Even they, the ones trying to rob or kill them, were given respect. The worst they got was a touch of disappointment for the lack of creativity or commitment. That.. and Morticia’s shade is on it’s own level.The real power of the Addams family is that there is NO place for shame. No kink shame (kink does not exist there, nor should it), no geek or wierd or any shaming at all. Shame has no foothold in a world where the uniqueness of a person is exalted. THIS is an empowering lesson. You, all of you as you are and in every detail, is something to be treasured. No matter what you think about yourself, the world is diminished when you hide your true self and darkens dreadfully when you leave it. Celebrate the moments you are given here, respect that gift with the honesty of being yourself, and appreciate what those moments are filled with. Embrace what others shame. Empower your inner ‘geek’. That I think is the ultimate lesson of life. Be free to be yourself, learn to embrace that without shaming yourself, and be proud of what you bring to this world that no one else can. Without these things, we never would have learned to fly never mind reaching the stars. The world doesn’t just need smart people or talented artists.. the world needs something better, something more important: The world needs you.So this is what I mean when I say I would prefer a love (and life) like Gomez and Morticia. There are more reasons, but these are at the top of my list.

You've mentioned before that you like to think of Gomez and Morticia as a role model for a good couple. I'm curious. What specifically did you mean by that? The playfulness that those two share? Or the obvious lust/love they seem to have for one another?

2017-09-01 01:27:07

These 10 points address Gomez, but it is in specific Raul and Angelica’s portrayals that gave the inspiration for the first point. I could sum up my intention by saying this:Love like eternity has separated you, even if you’re coming back from the bathroom. Not the ‘wild passion’ but the utter devotion, adoration and enjoyment of every moment. Fill that time with as many things together as you can and enjoy the banter and wit you both possess. Don’t be afraid to be playful, goofy, or just to laugh when others might think it inappropriate. Joy is always appropriate. When the opportunity presents itself: Dance, embrace, be thankful for each other and then comes the make love like a wild beast.Love and appreciate everything about your partner, from the smallest birthmark to reading upside down in a chair or barking at passing cars. These things are part of what made them someone you love so give thanks to those things individually and in their own turn. Be honest in how you feel, don’t be afraid to love in a way that makes ‘other’ people uncomfortable. Many have given up on the dream of an ‘eternal love’ but if you find yourself with someone who makes time meaningless, then embrace that with all the passion in your soul. Some would call you mad, but that’s the point isn’t it? Love is the greatest of madness.     Beyond all the poetry, dancing, passion and adoration Gomez and Morticia shared there was a truly greater lesson that could easily have been lost in all the humor and ‘insanity’ of their world: #6 on the list. Nurture the passions of your loved ones. This is huge when you add it to ‘appreciating the uniqueness of their natural personality’. You were not ‘forced’ to be an Addams. You were one from birth. Even if not born into the family, you were still an Addams the moment you joined it. There was no discussion about past. No judgment. None of that. They gave 100% acceptance of anyone brave enough to be themselves. Their children especially weren’t molded to be like their parents. They were given the freedom of complete acceptance and self expression. So what if your child hates ‘perky’ days but embraces the gloom or chooses to read instead of playing with the other children. Their destiny isn’t yours to deny or shape for them. They may paint a work of timeless expression rather than obvious (and common) beauty. Take note of how they ‘treated the bad guys’. Even they, the ones trying to rob or kill them, were given respect. The worst they got was a touch of disappointment for the lack of creativity or commitment. That.. and Morticia’s shade is on it’s own level.The real power of the Addams family is that there is NO place for shame. No kink shame (kink does not exist there, nor should it), no geek or wierd or any shaming at all. Shame has no foothold in a world where the uniqueness of a person is exalted. THIS is an empowering lesson. You, all of you as you are and in every detail, is something to be treasured. No matter what you think about yourself, the world is diminished when you hide your true self and darkens dreadfully when you leave it. Celebrate the moments you are given here, respect that gift with the honesty of being yourself, and appreciate what those moments are filled with. Embrace what others shame. Empower your inner ‘geek’. That I think is the ultimate lesson of life. Be free to be yourself, learn to embrace that without shaming yourself, and be proud of what you bring to this world that no one else can. Without these things, we never would have learned to fly never mind reaching the stars. The world doesn’t just need smart people or talented artists.. the world needs something better, something more important: The world needs you.So this is what I mean when I say I would prefer a love (and life) like Gomez and Morticia. There are more reasons, but these are at the top of my list.

You've mentioned before that you like to think of Gomez and Morticia as a role model for a good couple. I'm curious. What specifically did you mean by that? The playfulness that those two share? Or the obvious lust/love they seem to have for one another?

2017-09-01 01:27:07

These 10 points address Gomez, but it is in specific Raul and Angelica’s portrayals that gave the inspiration for the first point. I could sum up my intention by saying this:Love like eternity has separated you, even if you’re coming back from the bathroom. Not the ‘wild passion’ but the utter devotion, adoration and enjoyment of every moment. Fill that time with as many things together as you can and enjoy the banter and wit you both possess. Don’t be afraid to be playful, goofy, or just to laugh when others might think it inappropriate. Joy is always appropriate. When the opportunity presents itself: Dance, embrace, be thankful for each other and then comes the make love like a wild beast.Love and appreciate everything about your partner, from the smallest birthmark to reading upside down in a chair or barking at passing cars. These things are part of what made them someone you love so give thanks to those things individually and in their own turn. Be honest in how you feel, don’t be afraid to love in a way that makes ‘other’ people uncomfortable. Many have given up on the dream of an ‘eternal love’ but if you find yourself with someone who makes time meaningless, then embrace that with all the passion in your soul. Some would call you mad, but that’s the point isn’t it? Love is the greatest of madness.     Beyond all the poetry, dancing, passion and adoration Gomez and Morticia shared there was a truly greater lesson that could easily have been lost in all the humor and ‘insanity’ of their world: #6 on the list. Nurture the passions of your loved ones. This is huge when you add it to ‘appreciating the uniqueness of their natural personality’. You were not ‘forced’ to be an Addams. You were one from birth. Even if not born into the family, you were still an Addams the moment you joined it. There was no discussion about past. No judgment. None of that. They gave 100% acceptance of anyone brave enough to be themselves. Their children especially weren’t molded to be like their parents. They were given the freedom of complete acceptance and self expression. So what if your child hates ‘perky’ days but embraces the gloom or chooses to read instead of playing with the other children. Their destiny isn’t yours to deny or shape for them. They may paint a work of timeless expression rather than obvious (and common) beauty. Take note of how they ‘treated the bad guys’. Even they, the ones trying to rob or kill them, were given respect. The worst they got was a touch of disappointment for the lack of creativity or commitment. That.. and Morticia’s shade is on it’s own level.The real power of the Addams family is that there is NO place for shame. No kink shame (kink does not exist there, nor should it), no geek or wierd or any shaming at all. Shame has no foothold in a world where the uniqueness of a person is exalted. THIS is an empowering lesson. You, all of you as you are and in every detail, is something to be treasured. No matter what you think about yourself, the world is diminished when you hide your true self and darkens dreadfully when you leave it. Celebrate the moments you are given here, respect that gift with the honesty of being yourself, and appreciate what those moments are filled with. Embrace what others shame. Empower your inner ‘geek’. That I think is the ultimate lesson of life. Be free to be yourself, learn to embrace that without shaming yourself, and be proud of what you bring to this world that no one else can. Without these things, we never would have learned to fly never mind reaching the stars. The world doesn’t just need smart people or talented artists.. the world needs something better, something more important: The world needs you.So this is what I mean when I say I would prefer a love (and life) like Gomez and Morticia. There are more reasons, but these are at the top of my list.

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you...

2016-07-30 18:51:35

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source: New Sensations

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you...

2016-07-30 18:51:35

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source: New Sensations

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you...

2016-07-30 18:51:35

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source: New Sensations

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you...

2016-07-30 18:51:35

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source: New Sensations

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