That wild look in your eye when you stare at me. Not knowing if and when you will. The game always keeps me enthralled. It brings out that wild side in me. I want to push to see how far I can take that edge. Just as you do the same. My cunt twitches, my heart flutters, a pause in breath. A game I am addicted to.

Teeth grazing skin ever so lightly, hot breath, my skin goosebumps. I am sure if you look closely you’ll see my hairs standing on end. An electric charge races through me, the energy playing backwards and forwards. You pause to look again. Then smirk and sit back. Yet still I sit there paused, right on the edge. For a fleeting moment I relax and it is then you strike full force.

Again you catch me unawares. A fire in me builds. A dampness in my crotch as the sharp pain enroaches taking over all sensibility. Those short few seconds where it is you and I and nothing else matters except the sensations. I lose myself.

And then you stop.

I am left panting, frustrated, heat building my body poised always wanting more. You smirk again, like it’s some kind of sadistic sports game, in which I am the prey. Calculating, hunting, always one step ahead. Strategy, watching me. As much as I try I never win but we both know I don’t want to win. Each and every time the same game. Yet I always lose each round and blindly come back for more. Never knowing if and when you will strike my wet cunt waits eagerly. The inquisitve mind cannot resist. The sparkle in my eye beckoning you. My stubborn defiance egging you on. My nipples swell in anticipation. I continue to play. You are my drug.

You lean in again, a hand snakes around tendrils of my hair, this time holding me so I cannot escape. My breathing quickens, I close my eyes waiting for the next barrage of sensation. Do you know what you do to me? Sure you do. Seconds pass by, my mind races. Nothing. A finger sits poised above a nipple stroking then holding it yet doing nothing more.

You release me, I curse and swear at my own body for betraying me. Embarrased, I brush myself off and straighten up and it is then, when I least expect it you strike again, hand coiled again in my head of tousled hair you shove me down on the nearby bed. I struggle and writhe trying to escape the stinging slaps on my ass that seem to rain down in a torrent. Yet my ass moves closer to greet your hand. Again I lose myself in the sensations and groan as your hand moves to my cunt.

Only to lose again in a montage of moaning and bucking as you molest that wet little paradise and your teeth clamp down on my neck.

Game over. You win.