The sound of thunder

The Sound of Thunder

I am hanging ON THE EDGE. My head is FULL of him, so FULL OF HIM.

I can HARDLY THINK and I CAN’T PROCESS in the usual way.

I WANT HIM

and nothing else.

I WANT MORE of what he is doing.

I want him to TOUCH ME and TEASE ME, to HUMILIATE and BREAK ME down.

I am LOST

to the feelings and the DESIRE, and the NEED that I can usually keep pegged down at the edges has been loosened by him. I am blowing in the wind. Ether.

And so I teeter ON THE VERGE OF LETTING GO, of giving into my DESPERATION

for the SENSATION

and the PLEASURE

and the THRILL.

He is drawing this out, and drawing me out.

My body is SO SENSITIVE, my mind SO FOCUSSED that he can do anything he wants.

Literally.

I feel that I might burst.

Might scream and shout and let him know how much I NEED THIS, how much I NEED HIM.

But, I don’t.

I keep it in and it matters little because he knows me well. He knows by the bumps on my skin and by the shape of my mouth and eyes that I AM LOST to all of this.

He knows that I am ON THE EDGE and he chuckles softly to himself, his voice taking on a teasing tone. I feel I can take no more when suddenly he moves and

I HEAR IT.

Like the SOUND OF THUNDER.

The RUBMLE of THE WAND

Pressing it to to me he says,

“Ok then missy, lets watch you come shall we?”

If you like this, then why not read more about how HL used the wand in a forced orgasm scene.

Posted in Creative non-fiction, Play, Scenes and Kink.

18 Comments

    • Aww thank you. It’s funny sometimes how post come out. It wasn’t really one I had planned but it just sort of happened. Missy x

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