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| I lay silent, eyes open but blind in the darkness. I hear her opening the drawer and the faint rattle of the studs on my favourite leather strap. She slides into the bed beside me and presses the strap into my hand, telling me quietly that tonight I'll be pleasuring myself. As I dress myself with it, the straps pressure begins to work its magic almost instantly and I feel the familiar throbbing in my slowly swelling member. As I begin stroking, only my legs now covered, the cool air hardens my nipples and I can sense the veins beginning to bulge in the shaft held lightly in my hand. She leans into me, placing a hand on my chest and whispers in my ear. She speaks of people we both have met, whom she knows I sometimes think about, describing their bodies, experiences we've shared and imagined scenarios from some fantastic future. As the images begin to merge in my mind, I feel the rising libido transport me to that place where all things erotic are possible and on the edge of conscious hearing I notice her breathing has deepened in tandem with my own. Faces, bodies, memories and imagination combine as my climax nears; when it hits, it is almost with surprise that I feel the warm shower of the orgasm spattering onto the skin of my belly and chest. As the first rush recedes, I pop open the strap fastenings, bringing on the second wave of sensation, more painful than the first and exquisitely nuanced in ways impossible to describe to the uninitiated. As the post-orgasmic glow spreads and the vivid images soften and fade, I silently thank the friends who have unknowingly accompanied me in this short but satisfying journey. |
Added 21 nov 2020 Stories #Man #Self experienced #Erotica #Cock and ball torture
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