Ravenous
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Note: I haven't written an erotic story in forever and this one is particularly short and messy but...meh.
Also I put this up on my fetlife profile before this posting.
A deep burning need was all that Celine could bring to the forefront of her mind. She could feel the heat building, a tangible force that tantalizingly threatened to swallow her whole world and leave nothing but pleasure. Her loins burned with the need to be touched, the air (though temperate) was surely frigid if her skin was to be believed. One of the dangling ends of her thick silk blindfold was manipulated and she caught her breath and hopelessly giggled in only a manner that a defeated person can manage. A tear rolled down her cheek as the soft end of the obscuring fabric trailed it's way down her frail clavicle to caress the outer edge of her heaving bosom.
Small centripetal circles became even tighter and every cycle brought that trailing sensuous material closer to her aching areolas with their tiny jutting pins thrusting up to meet any visitors that might relieve them. Then as suddenly as it'd begun it ended and she was left catching her breath and laughing that same shaky laugh but breathier. Just when she was sure that she might actually get her breath back that silk tendril plied her nipple directly tweaking it and causing a fresh bout of chortling this time from her and the disembodied entity orchestrating her willing distress. Celine's chest felt as though there were a campfire set on top of her perky peaks.
Air became so thin that spots began to blur the black ilk that had become her view of the world. The room rang with her strangled laughter each chuckle getting softer and more faint. Finally the hands decided that she had been exposed to enough of this sort of handling. As she settled back onto the bed she gripped the silk binding her wrists firmly to the headboard directly above her head.
This time the hands were directly on her body, a laugh like a silver bell teased her tensing muscles. Those slender fingers trailing over her ribs like a maestro checking piano keys. There came a dip as the hands bent in to stroke the taut midsection that sloped away from the cage creeping towards her yearning mound.
"I would have bound those lovely stems of yours if I'd known that you were going to thrash around so much." The voice playfully mocked her from somewhere near her midsection while nails trailed up her knees towards her sopping opening and the voice further along. A playful nip at the side of her tensed tummy and the nails gained deepened purchase and kept climbing. Celine's mouth could no longer remain open, her tongue thrashing around the opening of it's encasing orifice. "Mmmm," the voice fired back in mock disapproval as one of the hands pulled it's digits away from her thighs to trail around her needful pink muscle "naughty girl."
The other hand began trailing around the outside of her vaginal lips, each pass pulling a fresh coat of fluid. Finally she couldn't lie inert any longer, trying to be subtle she raised her hips to slide against the hand that refused to plunge any further than her opening leaving her in the state of voracious need that was practically sadistic. She felt pressure pull back from her pelvis and weight lift from the bed. The voice tsked further and further from her. "Oh poor little girl just couldn't help herself, well needful thing maybe when I come back we'll finally be able to get you to that climax without you getting greedy."
There was no door slam and there were no footfalls, for all she knew they could still be in the room, this was the fourth time today that the two had done this song and dance. Celine was no longer sure which she needed more the release or the game but she was sure that she was going to need some water soon.
This little game of suspending need seemed to characterize her entire relationship with Heather. She whispered to what she was only half-sure was an empty room soft words of devotion. She was greeted with water and gentle kisses on her brow and was sure that Heather was checking her bonds...all of this done with no more vocalizations, she understood she would have to be patient if she was ever to be allowed release...but for her Heather she could wait.
Also I put this up on my fetlife profile before this posting.
A deep burning need was all that Celine could bring to the forefront of her mind. She could feel the heat building, a tangible force that tantalizingly threatened to swallow her whole world and leave nothing but pleasure. Her loins burned with the need to be touched, the air (though temperate) was surely frigid if her skin was to be believed. One of the dangling ends of her thick silk blindfold was manipulated and she caught her breath and hopelessly giggled in only a manner that a defeated person can manage. A tear rolled down her cheek as the soft end of the obscuring fabric trailed it's way down her frail clavicle to caress the outer edge of her heaving bosom.
Small centripetal circles became even tighter and every cycle brought that trailing sensuous material closer to her aching areolas with their tiny jutting pins thrusting up to meet any visitors that might relieve them. Then as suddenly as it'd begun it ended and she was left catching her breath and laughing that same shaky laugh but breathier. Just when she was sure that she might actually get her breath back that silk tendril plied her nipple directly tweaking it and causing a fresh bout of chortling this time from her and the disembodied entity orchestrating her willing distress. Celine's chest felt as though there were a campfire set on top of her perky peaks.
Air became so thin that spots began to blur the black ilk that had become her view of the world. The room rang with her strangled laughter each chuckle getting softer and more faint. Finally the hands decided that she had been exposed to enough of this sort of handling. As she settled back onto the bed she gripped the silk binding her wrists firmly to the headboard directly above her head.
This time the hands were directly on her body, a laugh like a silver bell teased her tensing muscles. Those slender fingers trailing over her ribs like a maestro checking piano keys. There came a dip as the hands bent in to stroke the taut midsection that sloped away from the cage creeping towards her yearning mound.
"I would have bound those lovely stems of yours if I'd known that you were going to thrash around so much." The voice playfully mocked her from somewhere near her midsection while nails trailed up her knees towards her sopping opening and the voice further along. A playful nip at the side of her tensed tummy and the nails gained deepened purchase and kept climbing. Celine's mouth could no longer remain open, her tongue thrashing around the opening of it's encasing orifice. "Mmmm," the voice fired back in mock disapproval as one of the hands pulled it's digits away from her thighs to trail around her needful pink muscle "naughty girl."
The other hand began trailing around the outside of her vaginal lips, each pass pulling a fresh coat of fluid. Finally she couldn't lie inert any longer, trying to be subtle she raised her hips to slide against the hand that refused to plunge any further than her opening leaving her in the state of voracious need that was practically sadistic. She felt pressure pull back from her pelvis and weight lift from the bed. The voice tsked further and further from her. "Oh poor little girl just couldn't help herself, well needful thing maybe when I come back we'll finally be able to get you to that climax without you getting greedy."
There was no door slam and there were no footfalls, for all she knew they could still be in the room, this was the fourth time today that the two had done this song and dance. Celine was no longer sure which she needed more the release or the game but she was sure that she was going to need some water soon.
This little game of suspending need seemed to characterize her entire relationship with Heather. She whispered to what she was only half-sure was an empty room soft words of devotion. She was greeted with water and gentle kisses on her brow and was sure that Heather was checking her bonds...all of this done with no more vocalizations, she understood she would have to be patient if she was ever to be allowed release...but for her Heather she could wait.
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