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“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.
As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.
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“My turn, Axel,” I said, my voice suddenly sharp. There was a pause. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you got to enjoy yourself. Now it’s my turn to have some fun.” I instructed him to lie down, hands behind his head. He complied, a nervous tremor in his voice. I closed my eyes, conjuring images, words that would make him squirm. “Imagine,” I began, my voice soft but firm. “Imagine I’m there, Axel. I’m tracing my fingers along your jawline, feeling the stubble. I’m whispering all the things I want to do to you, all the ways I want to make you ache.”
I painted a picture of sensual frustration, a slow burn of anticipation. I described the feel of cool metal against his skin, the slow squeeze of my hand on his balls as I felt how full they were with cum, the taste of forbidden things. I spoke of power, of control, of the edge of pleasure and otherwise. I could hear his breathing becoming ragged. He was getting close.
I shifted my focus, introducing elements of fear, of doubt. I whispered about his insecurities, his secret desires, the things he was most ashamed of. “No… Amber… please,” he gasped. I kept going, relentless. He was right on the edge, completely at my mercy. “And just when you think you can’t take it anymore,” I purred, “just when you’re about to lose control…I stop.”
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