If I spend a lot of time trying to engineer uncertainty. I want to create surprise, wonder, amazemen
If I spend a lot of time trying to engineer uncertainty. I want to create surprise, wonder, amazement, awe. Have you reeling on the bed, giggling, laughing, crying, not really sure what to think but knowing that it’s all good, that you can just drift in this pleasant unexpected, throw yourself to my whim and come what may. But for all my pomp and circumstance, there’s a moment when I’m completely superseded, when all my planning and cultivating exits stage right, and we’re left with just the physical uncertainty, the barely whispered question of whether we’re going to continue, or whether we’re going to wind down, let out that breath we’ve been holding for god knows how long, and relax. It’s at its best when you’re on your second, or maybe third. When your body has been pushed to the edge a few times, tumbled off it just the once, and that breathlessness is no longer affected. Each lungful is snatched out of the air, and fingernails dig into skin with an involuntary fierceness. It’s panic, in that moment, the pleasure too much, but still so fucking good, and you’re not sure if you can take another. But you want it. So you lie there, panting, brow furrowed and eyes staring up, pleading, asking that question. More? Just a tiny, little bit more? Perhaps. -- source link
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