"Jesus fuck-" His head fell back as his handcuffs dug deeper into his wrists above him. I kissed his jaw, moving closer and closer to his lips but never really met them, as I moved my hand gently-almost hovering-up his hard shaft. Just through his briefs, I felt his cock pulse at my touch and his hips jerk up begging for me to just touch him. It was empowering. I chuckled a bit at his torturous state, drawing back my hand and running my fingers up along his torso. I'd gotten his jeans and shirt off earlier than I'd expected from a man like him, and tied down to a bed quicker too, for that matter. It was amazing, really, having this much power and control over someone's pleasure. To feel it churning in their stomachs and burning on their lips, just for one...
I pulled his briefs down relieving his seven inches of manhood.
Simple...
My twirled my finger around the head eventually wrapping my fingers around him and moved my tongue closer to it.
Touch.
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I knew how to make a man fall to his knees. Deprived of true pleasure and desperate for it, for I was the only one who could give it to them. I knew what buttons to push, what strings to pull, what limb to grab, kiss, suck, nibble, bite, or scratch. I knew it all. Their deepest sexual fantasies, no matter how strange, kinky, or down right creepy, they might have been, I fulfilled them. Because everyone needs a release from time to time. And it was a pleasure to give others pleasure. I'm sure that makes me a kind of role model or some shit like that. Like the Mother Teresa of sex. In many cultures I have different names, references. Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, lust and beauty; Rati, the Hindu goddess of passion and lust; or, my personal favourite, Qandisa, the Moroccan goddess of lust who seduces men and drives them bonkers afterwards. But in modern day, English culture I am described as simply as a nymphomaniac, a sex addict, a whore. God I missed the old days. I was worshipped. A god damn goddess, I was. Now-Jesus. Now I'm a disgrace to humanity, spreading lustful and sexual misdeeds and disturbance throughout the world. It's ridiculous! I gave people what they want. And usually it's just sex! Sometimes it's some really weird shit like erotic asphyxiation or pedephilia. But no matter, I give 'em what they want. Once, just once, they get to live their wildest dreams. And it's the best they've ever had it.
Most move on to live life to the damnedest. But some others chose to seek that thrill again, just for that rush, that pleasure, that orgasmic relief of fulfilment. Not the best choice to follow. That's what this is all about. The story of a man who tried to find that rush one more time. Maybe even capture it and keep it his forever...
Ok... so there's that... §
