A new pleasure

I was reading mindplay earlier today, and I cmae across the moving of erogenous zones... It was, inspiring, to say the least.

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The world felt slow. Your thoughts, sluggish. Your body, heavy, hard to move. Your partner, sitting opposite you, was smiling. They had a hold of your hand, and their fingers were tracing small circles on the back of your hand, which, somehow, felt incredible.

More than incredible. It was a feeling of pure pleasure. Like you were being touched in the most perfect way. Your moans and whimpers only served to make them smile more. “You know, this is good. But what if I were to just…” They trailed off, reaching a hand down.

Down, tantalisingly slowly, to your sex. A single finger brushed along it. The pleasure doubled, making you squirm, which made their fingers move more over the back of your hand, which made you squirm again. They Laughed, softly, at the predicament you were in.

“Oh, poor thing. It is a lot?” You nodded. “Oh, well… if it’s a lot… I can stop…” You shook your head this time, whining. “No? You want more?” Both of their hands moved faster. You nodded, feverishly. Yes. More. Need more. Oh, fuck please. You couldn’t say the words.

All you could do was moan and try to beg. But you couldn’t form any thoughts, let alone words. The pleasure was getting more intense, you could feel the orgasm building. Oh god it was so good. So close. You closed your eyes, entirely focused on the pleasure.

And that’s when their hands withdrew. Leaving you whirling, dropping away into need.

No.

Please.

Come back.

You squirmed, clenching and unclenching your fist, thrusting your hips. Needy. Begging.

A single finger came back to your hand. Your moans resumed, as the pleasure settled.

The other hand did not return to your sex. But that didn’t matter, the orgasm was coming, building, rushing forwards. Pleasure was spreading up through your arm, through your whole body. Finally, the dam burst. You came. And it sent your mind spiralling.

Spinning. Washed away in a sea of pleasure. There was nothing but this. Nothing but pleasure, sweet, sweet, pleasure. Finally, you began to come back down. Down to the present, as your partner counted you back out of trance. Your hand felt normal.

Your partner smiled, looking pleased with themselves. “So, how was that?” Wordlessly, you touched the back of your hand, and felt, nothing, none of the pleasure. You looked up at them. Pleading. “I take it that you enjoyed it, which is good, I’m going to enjoy using that later…”