18 🎉 pansexual, any pronouns meow 🐾 part-time freak
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sex to look forward to:
make-up sex after a “i thought i lost you” argument
“i’ve been craving you in ways you can’t imagine” sex
reunion sex after weeks of missing each other
“come here, let me love you properly” sex
“i don’t ever want to go this long without you again” sex
#Kinktober #nsfwtwt
Day 21: Overstimulation (2/2)
This was the closest you could get to heaven. Weightless, mindless, only meant to be pleasured, and your only purpose being to keep providing those delicious moans that provoked further worship.
“Fuck, baby, you taste amazing”. +
Even divine intervention couldn’t pull either of you from this moment. Deep kisses pepper along your thighs and on your stomach, hungry for you, desperate to please you further but clearly showing some restraint for your sake. +
“Please cum for me, baby. I need it. I need you”.
Any control you might’ve had before was entirely lost as you succumb to the waves of heat that overtake you. Your voice cracks, your throat dry from continuous use, but neither of you are present enough to care. +
You beg to cum again, to be allowed to reach that peak once more. You were addicted to this high and never wanted to descend, but if you stayed in this limbo of pleasure for a second longer, you felt as if you could actually die. +
The tongue lapping at your clit was relentless. No matter how much you tried to wriggle away, how much your hips rose and fell, their dedicated mouth kept praising your sensitivity, as if moving away for even a moment was hell on Earth. +
#Kinktober #nsfwtwt
Day 21: Overstimulation
Gasping, gripping your sheets, mind blank and body twitching into the light kisses that were being pressed against your stomach, you try to come down from a high you hadn’t felt in ages.“You took it so well, baby. You’re beautiful” +
Your hips buck into the fingers pressed inside you, disobeying your mind’s want to escape. When you feel a wetness against your clit, combined with the fullness inside you, you push your head back into your pillow and cry out in desperation.+
All you could muster were pathetic pleas to stop, just for a minute. You needed to breathe, needed time to recharge at least, but it was clear that you weren’t deserving of such privileges. The pace quickens, a change your body was even more unprepared for.+
Two fingers turned to three and you could no longer try to contain your moans.
“Aw, you sound so pretty, my love. I adore those whimpers of yours.”
The praise, again, didn’t travel through your brain, which was now rendered useless. You couldn’t think, and could barely speak.+
You feel your cum dripping down your perineum, now being used as lube to fuck you again. This time wasn’t rough though, it was slow and deep. Each pump inside you designed to keep you falling over an edge you had already been pushed past. +
As you’re suddenly filled again, you groan loudly, encouraging your devotee to push their fingers as deep as they can go. Your eyes shut and your back arches off the bed involuntarily, as if you were trying to escape it. +
Feeling fingers dangerously close to most sensitive part of you, you pick your head up and look down your bed, only to be met with a face focused in devotion, not on you, but between your legs. +
You can’t help the supple whimper that escapes your lips; every sense felt heightened, your heart pounding in your ears, the pressure slowly pooling down your body, the almost soothing chill that came with each touch. +