You know where you need to come..
...and you definitely know what will happen to you here.
Shall I give you a taste?
You are hiding from me, and that will not bode well for you; not at all-
I will have you no matter what it takes. I will make your tickle and edging a nanosecond by nanosecond excruciating experience, in which you will beg, promise me anything, and buck and writhe so wildly, you will be a blur.
When I softly and sensually long kiss you, your mind will be blown into a black hole of nanoparticles, and as my fingers begin to e-ver so light-ly and slow-ly tickle fondle your shaft and balls, This will bring you into a frantic mother of god, knarley state of cosmic proportions. I whisper how I will massage your undies and your package, to make it and you so hard, you are petrified.
Death will be the sanctuary you crave, but will remain just mere hair beyond your grasp, as I continue to fervidly fondle and tickle you, making sure that every nerve ending is standing more erect than a Marine.
Slowly baring your feet, soles and toes, will be a fervidly erotic joy to me, and a terror to you, as you continue to beg and promise me anything. But as the first kiss of your toes begins, you will make your initial bucking and writhing, look like a squirm, as my lips e-ver so slow-ly and sensually caress every nerve ending on your toe pads and joints, as your mind supernovas, and I have no choice but to vice grip your foot.
As the micro slow bending back of your toes makes its appearance, you continue to beg and writhe, but I am deaf to your pleas, and only listening to your begging, screams and laughter.
And as the first micro-slow strokes, caress your left sole, you scream “Mother of God,” and rock the bed, the room and my world. Every stroke will be worse than the one before, every touch shear torture, and every nerve ending, assaulted almost to death.
Your feet will be my canvas to your swan song, and I whisper to you, that your ribs and armpits, will be other canvasses, to the art of your long and slow demise. I have plans personified, for those areas, and you will feel everything.
The time will eventually arrive, when I make you cum, making a raging volcano look like a small waterspout. You will orgasm with mind and body wrenching proportions, as a never-ending flow of your love honey, rages out of you and lays waste to the surrounding bed.
Finally,… You will lay there spent, a mere shell of your former self, your body convulsing, jerking, shattered writhing, from the hours long lovebotomy that you have just received.
The day has only just started.