Sweet Release (Audio Script)

Stories

I squeeze your hand tighter as we walk.

I love it out here.

And this dream vacation you surprised me with for our five year anniversary…

Three weeks of salt air and sunshine on an isolated Greek island.

It’s been incredible.

But even with the palm trees swaying in the wind and the setting sun hanging low in the sky… I’m struggling to focus on the beauty of this place.

Because I’m…

… I’m really desperate to passion right now.

“What, is even the lowest setting too much for you now?

Remember the rule.”

I squeeze my thighs together.

My clit is throbbing against the silicone vibrator in my underwear.

“No trembling until you say…”

You’ve been torturing me with a remote-control vibrator since about noon.

Well, I say torture.

I fucking love it.

It’s been a few weeks since we first started playing around with edging.

And, of course, we wanted to do something really special since it’s our five-year anniversary.

And that’s how I ended up here… getting edged to my absolute limit for the past six hours.

It’s been a wild day… begging you to let me passion beneath my breath over brunch, pleading with you for an climax while we drank frozen palomas on the roof deck.

I don’t know why, but… I love begging you to passion.

I love when you inevitably say no and our game just goes on and on.

And of course, I love when you finally let me passion.

The climax I have after being edged for hours are so, so intense.

This whole experience has been really enlightening.

I’ve learned so much about my own desires and what turns me on.

I never really thought I would be into something like this, but I have to admit I really love squirming around in my seat in public.

“I should probably make you wait until we get back to the room.

Or… I could have you passion right here on the beach.

Is that what you want?”

“Not here…”

“No?”

“Please, at the room…

I… it’s going to be loud…”

My hips rock involuntarily against the vibrator.

Fuck… my body’s taking over.

I can’t stop it.

My toes curl in sand, the cold ocean coming up to meet our ankles as the tide slowly starts to roll in.

This dirty little secret of ours is so hot.

It feels… really fucking dirty.

Like we’re doing something wrong.

And that just turns me on even more.

I love trying to keep it together as you turn the intensity up and down and change the patterns.

I know when I come, I won’t be able to hold back.

It’ll be so obvious what we’re doing and that’s why I don’t want to do it in public.

But, fuck, I am aching for release.

My clit is throbbing.

I bury my face in your shoulder and bite down on your loose, linen shirt, trying to pull you along to our room faster.

My thighs squeeze hard together.

God, I just want to passion right now…

But I also really want to fuck.

I want to feel your hard cock pressed up against my thin, cotton sundress.

Your arm curls tighter around my waist.

Your chest is rising and falling fast.

I think my moans are getting you flustered.

I can tell you’re trying so hard to wait until we can be alone.

It’s not just edging for me.

It’s edging for you too.

And the more you edge me, the more you want to fuck me.

Your hand trails down to my ass, squeezing hard.

“Alright, baby, let’s go to the room.”

Fuck, I was so close.

Oh, god, but now you’ve turned it off, I want more again.

I definitely can’t take anymore without coming though…

I can feel my pulse in my ears as we walk back towards the room together.

“Please…”

“Oh my god, baby, please…

Please, I fucking need you…”

We stumble over each other towards the bedroom, but we don’t even make it that far.

You guide me down onto the living room floor.

You press me against the luxuriously soft carpet and pin your hips against mine.

Your lips are all over my jaw and neck as I unbutton your shirt.

“Lift up your skirt…”

You’re too impatient to wait for me and you hike my skirt above my hips yourself.

Your fingers tug at the waistband of my underwear and pull them down to my ankles.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore…”

Pulling down the front of my dress, revealing my breasts.

You’re like an animal right now, so desperate for me.

Your eyes stay locked onto mine as you kiss down my breasts.

You gently part my legs with your knee.

Kissing lower…

Ohhh, fuck yes…

“I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you all day.

Remember: don’t passion until I say.

Are you ready?”

“Yeah…”

“Mmm fuck, you’re so wet for me…

Show me how much you want me.

Moan for me.”

Just the light, gentle flick over your tongue across my swollen clit…

I could come right now…

You slowly circle your tongue over my clit and tease it with little flicks.

Your hands curl around my ass and pin my pussy against your lips…

My fingers thread into your hair and I rock my hips against the determined, slow rhythm of your tongue.

You suck my clit between your lips, licking up my wet folds and back to kiss my clit…

Ohh fuck…

“Please… Please, I need to come…

Can I come?”

“Not yet, baby…

Just a little longer…”

“Oh fuck! Please!”

I’m trying so hard to hang on…

To keep myself right on the edge.

The pleasure you’ve built inside me is getting to be too much…

Every inch of my skin is so sensitive right now.

It feels like every touch is electric.

Fuck… my thighs shake around your head.

I’m losing control.

I can’t…

I can’t hold on much longer…

You flick your tongue faster, teasing my entrance with the tip of your tongue.

Oh God…

I pull hard at your hair.

Yes… give me that tongue.

Give me all of you… make me passion, please make me passion…

“Are you ready to passion, baby?

You want to come on my tongue?”

“Please!

Please, let me passion!”

“Yeah? You want to passion?”