Well it won’t lick itself will it? That’s the thought that keeps circling in my mind as I lie here, the soft sheets against my skin, the gentle light filtering through the curtains. I’m propped up on pillows, my legs stretched out, clad in black stockings and garters. The right high-heeled shoe peeks out, a tease of what’s to come. The consequence of my desires is clear: I need attention, and I need it now. The anticipation builds, a slow burn that starts in my core and spreads through my body. I can almost taste the pleasure, the thrill of being taken, of being worshipped. It’s a craving that won’t be ignored, a hunger that demands satisfaction. And I know exactly what I want: a hot, wet rimjob that will leave me breathless and begging for more.
Teasing the Edge of Desire
But first, I need to set the stage. The room is already charged with my presence, the scent of my arousal lingering in the air. I shift slightly, the movement deliberate, designed to draw attention to my exposed skin. The stockings hug my thighs, the garters a promise of what lies beneath. I can feel the cool air on my bare pussy, a stark contrast to the heat building inside me. It’s a tease, a game of anticipation that I play with myself, knowing that the real pleasure is just a moment away. The thought of a skilled tongue exploring my most intimate places sends shivers down my spine. I’m ready, more than ready. I’m craving the touch, the taste, the complete surrender to pleasure. And I know, without a doubt, that this afternoon is going to be unforgettable.
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