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The air is too hot, my corset too tight, and the flush in my cheeks is as much from the disconcerting effect both have on my libido as from the discomfort of the pressure created by the object and atmosphere. I am overwarm. Aroused. My skin is hypersensitive and the creamy slickness dripping between my thighs is making it difficult to concentrate.
I have dressed for the evening, in full Victorian regalia, as Mina Harker – complete with vampiric puncture wounds *just* visible at the top lace line of my collar – and there is nothing I want more desperately at the moment than to escape from the throngs pressed too tightly together (Why did I let you talk me into this costume party? Why?) in this space in favor of pressing much more tightly into you. Or rather, you need to press tightly into me.
Preferably without the hindrance of these damnable petticoats.
I lean my body into yours, gliding my tongue over the throb of your heartbeat in your neck, flutter my lips against your pulse, gently tug your ear between my teeth, and tell you as much: “I need you inside me.”
The quirk of your brow following the sharp intake of your breath in response is all the encouragement I need, and I grab you by the lapels to lead you out of the room.
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Me: I got rope.
Me: And a blindfold.
Him: My cock just throbbed.
As if I wasn’t already distracted, planning all the things I will do to him…
He pauses a moment before responding.
It was one of the best orgasms – maybe the BEST orgasm – I’ve ever experienced.
You mentioned that.
Well it was.
I believe you.
It was… INTENSE.
Yes, but did you experience anything different? Was there anything unusual about it?
FOUR MONTHS AGO
“The thing about Bukkake,” he says, his words slurred with alcohol and excitement, “is that I don’t want to be the one ejaculating.”
She smiles knowingly on the other end of the long distance line, a plan formulating for when she visits him in the future, and allows him to continue.
“I want to be the one being ejaculated on.”