She Fuels my Hunger part I

One of the things about my Goddess that has always so excited and tormented me is that from very early on in our relationship She has adopted the tactic of taking me right to the edge of orgasm over and over again only to leave me hanging there, without release, for days, without end. She can be merciless that way.

The first time She tried this on me was shortly after we began dating.

 On Her bed one night.

She slowly removes my shirt, undoing one button at a time, slowly, seductively, while deeply tonguing my mouth. She takes each of my wrists and ties them over my head to the bed with one of the numerous scarfs She keeps lying around.

Bound, She undoes my pants button, slowly pulling my zipper down, running the palm of Her hand across the swelling front of my pants.

“Up” She whispers and i raise my butt as She pulls my pants down and off, tossing them aside.

At this point She stops, sits back on Her heals, just to watch me.

My chest heaving

Sweat covered skin glistening

Wrists bound

My sex straining for release from my over-stretched briefs, growing ever wetter with pre-cum.

She just sits there, surveying my body, smiling wickedly, a flick of Her tongue around oh so red lips.

 Touch me, take me...P..L..E..A..S..E...

Pleading gets me nowhere.

She won’t be rushed, She enjoys the moment too much

Slowly She leans forward.

Touching the wet spot on the stretched fabric near the tip of my cock, She makes a smooth, sticky circle with one finger.

It twitches, i clench my fists, inhaling all the air i can manage.

Again She is on my mouth, our tongues swirling.

She inserts a thumb in each side of my briefs, slowly pulling them away, my ass rises to give Her what She demands.

My cock springs free, fully at attention.

It stands hard, tall, pulsing with each beat of my heart. Glistening pre-cum collecting at the tip, overflowing and oozing down the side.

Again She leans back just to watch.

Sweet desperation.

Have mercy.

She shows none.


i spread my legs further, offering myself to Her completely. Everything here is Hers.



Again She leans forward, the warm soft contours of Her breasts at my face, maddeningly hidden behind Her cut off T-shirt. She rubs the front of Her panties up the length of my shaft, grinding Herself against me, I feel the pre-cum flow, squeezed out with each contraction of my pelvic muscles, each journey of Her Venus mons against the length of my shaft.

On the edge of madness, bound, engulfed by Her scent, Her heat. Madness.

 Reaching down, encircling me with Her warm fist She begins pumping away, my ass rising and falling rhythmically in desperation, fucking Her hand.

A man possessed , with no free-will, only desire, lust, for Her. Desperate for completion, finality, to give Her all that She demands...and more. Anything for completion. Anything.

All pleasure and desperation is in Her hand.

She continues stroking me, taking me to the edge, expertly jerking Her hand loose just as i reach the precipice, leaving me gasping, shaking, a hot rush crashing in my head.

On the edge but never over, never quite enough.

Again Her soft fist encircles me, again She pumps me to the limit, at the edge, teetering at the brink.

One hard stroke, Her slickened hand catching the pulsing, swollen head of my cock as it slides past and She jerks it free.

Again i gasp, tremble, muscles tighten, humping air. The bed frame shakes.

She holds up Her hand, slick with my desperation. It glistens in the soft candle light.

Curling Her ruby lips upward in a simper,  She flicks Her tongue in a faux licking gesture towards Her sticky fingers. She stares into my eyes, demanding a reaction.

i am...transfixed.

Satisfied, She withdraws Her tongue, my sticky wetness untasted.

Remorseless Teasing meets wanton yearning.

Teasing wins, teasing always wins. She always wins.

She smears Her wet fingers across my chest. A shiny, tacky trail marks me as She cleans Herself on my skin.

i am consumed in a blazing inferno of lust for Her.

 i try to beg but can’t make the words.

“What’s that?” She coos

“You want it oh...so...badly, don’t you?

“ye.yessss...oh god yessss...”

“Well i think that’s enough for now, I like keeping you starved and desperate. It makes you so much more passionate. You can wait for it”

“Now it’s My turn”

She slides Her panties off, holding them up for me to see them, damp with lust.

She crawls up over my body, rubbing Herself against me, leaving a trail of Her own wetness across my torso.

She straddles my chest and rises onto Her knees. i can smell Her feminine scent, the flickering candle light catches just a flash of Her wetness. She closes in, placing Her temple just out of reach of my tongue as my mouth struggles to reach out for Her, to taste Her.

She wraps my hands with Hers and deftly slides each of Her legs over my immobilized shoulders, positioning Herself at my face.

“Worship me boy” she purrs in a low moanful voice. Her grip on my fingers tightens.

in desperation i reach out to Her with my tongue, gently parting Her Lips, wet with sticky excitement, Her scent is powerful, Feminine, engulfing. i slide my strong tongue along the length of Her slippery lips, parting them, reaching inside, searching for Her secrets, those maddening, mysterious Feminine secrets which enslave me to Her, which enslave men to Women.

i gather Her nectar on my tongue, licking upwards towards Her swollen bud.

She gasps and moans with exquisite pleasure as i swirl my tongue around it again and again, sucking and licking again and again and again. Her hands tighten their grip on mine.

She begins to grind Herself on my face, smearing me with her slickness, Her heat, making me chase Her clit. I probe Her fully with my extended tongue, sucking hard just to hold on.

The heat, the wetness, the grinding. Insanity and madness.

Again my mouth catches Her, i suck firmly but gently, licking all around Her hard, swollen clit.

I can feel Her building to climax, Her rapid breathing and deep moans. Her wetness flows unabated.

My jaw aches, my tongue stretched beyond all reason, my face coated with Her.

Then it happens. Her body trembles, She screams out as She cums, riding my face with Her sex up and down in sweet completion, grabbing my hair to push my face deep into Her. She rides a cloud down from heaven, looks dreamily into my eyes and collapses onto my chest, spent, full of satisfaction.

i  breathe deeply, relieved and over joyed at giving Her such happiness. Coming down from my own high i finally notice the soreness in my wrists, my aching shoulders, the thick, pungent wetness on my face. i am spent, used, but feeling Her soft warmth as She lies on my chest fills me with a bliss and satisfaction of my own.

She keeps me starved, waiting for next time, or not...