Over-stimulation is a must. This singular word is my modus operandi. Every sense I can touch, I am determined to bring to a boil. Every button I can push. All of You, on fire, at one time.
Nonstop. Relentless. Never letting up.
Tonight I am Neo. Be my Trinity, Kitten.
I’ll push myself to the brink driving you mad and then when I get there, I will remember that there is no brink in the first place. There is always more. My limits are gone. There never was a spoon.
You, falling apart, and when you do, and you finally turn that corner and feel like it’s over, you will be met, one more time, by Me, staring right back at you with another game plan. One more sinister deed I have conjured up to push you further into my abyss.
Your clit is on overdrive. Beating like a wet drum. Your G needs attention I tell myself, so I reach inside you and pull at you with vigor.
But what about your ass? She deserves some attention too. Your neck? How can I let her go unsqueezed? And I can barely see any red marks. Let’s fix that real quick.
Oh, what’s that over there? A Hitachi and rope? Well. No time like the present. And thick plastic dick to fill a hole of my choosing.
Overstimulation is essential. Fall apart and collapse into me so I can break you down and put you back together.
Put your head on my chest and find your safe haven as your body comes back into orbit.
Rest Kitten. The middle of the night is just around the corner.