STARTED JAN 2023--
MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Priscilla Pearl Wolfe is a Pornstar.
Halen Elle used to be.
That is until the apathetically charming jackass with a back pocket full of guitar picks and skittles moves...
"I'm on fire. Sing that body electric..." ♪ Lana Del Rey • Body Electric. Voting is much appreciated, but never an obligation. Enjoy. Word Count: 10,000+
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Bliss.
Halen holds the vibrator to my clit and for the first time in my life, it feels like pure, unadulterated bliss. My heart and my body are on fire. It's the kind of overwhelming feeling that's tolerable and even fun, and it builds deliciously. The pleasure makes me gasp and tremble. I close my eyes and embrace it, excitement swirling around me while Halen kisses my neck and nibbles at my ear, whispering words of encouragement and praise that soak straight into the fabric of my underwear and drench them even more.
This is all I've ever wanted.
That gleaming red light. Him. A bed.
For an entire ten seconds, I'm floating on cloud nine. Not a second more do I get before it stops, and instead comes that familiar overtaking sensitivity that makes it impossible to feel anything but pain.
"Stop, s-stop!"
Like a faulty, sparking electrical wire, my hips go bucking down into the mattress and the upper half of my body wriggles up, all to escape the buzzing.
I clamp my legs shut at the same time that Halen clicks the vibrator off and sets it down, cupping between my thighs and rubbing over my panties, "Is it too much?"
I whimper, "It's too much. But it felt so good for a second. And that's the closest I've ever come to it working."
"Do you want to give it another go?" Halen coos, "Try once more? Or would you like to give the other one a chance?"
"I wanna try again." I nod, looking at him, "Maybe if I push hard enough, I can endure it."
"No. No pushing. That is not what we are here to do tonight. If you want to try again, we can, but you will not hurt yourself. You need to do the opposite. Ease yourself into it. Relax. Build a tolerance. It cannot happen overnight-"
"Yes it can. I can do it. Turn it on."
"When you stop straining yourself, I will." Halen arches his head down and gives me a cold, but caring stare. He slides his palm up from my thighs to my navel and applies firm pressure until my muscles come undone and uncoiled in terms of tension, "Breathe through your belly. Deeply. In and out. Stop sucking in. Stop flexing. Stop holding your breath. Stop worrying about appearances or your perceived picture of your body on film. Let your muscles melt. Dance with the pleasure, not against it."
I sigh and nod, taking his every word into account. The fact that he pays such close attention to my every bodily function makes me trust him all the more. And why shouldn't I? He's my brains.
