The Internal Battle

It's cold outside. Perfect cuddle weather. Yet here she sits, all alone cold, bored, and oh so horny. She can't go down that rabbit hole again. She can't let it consume her again.

He's gone and she's been single for years, she can get thru this. She got rid of all her toys ages ago. Trying to occupy her mind, she opts to do some tidying up, make some dinner, listen to some music...

But as time goes by, her body's cravings just intensify with every movement she makes. As the fabric from her clothes gently rubs against her most sensitive spots with each reach and bend. Her core begins to ache, pulsing, throbbing, longing to be touched. Her sensitive nipples tighten as her blouse softly kisses against them.

Yes, it's cold outside but it's becoming increasingly warmer inside. Maybe a cold drink will help ease this burning fire. Ah but each sip sends rippling sensations across her body causing goosebumps to erupt all over her. She's so wet. She can feel her juices dripping from her core. It's too much. Her body is screaming to be touched.

Just a little longer and it'll go away or so she thinks. Maybe a cold shower will help. But no, the feel of the water flowing against her doesn't help. Her body is so heightened, so sensitive. Her nipples painfully hardening even more sending electrical jolts straight to her core. Oh no, God, the silky feeling of the shower gel against her skin. She must finish this shower quickly before she falls into the abyss.

She steps out of the shower and dries off. She is so flustered as she looks in the mirror. Seeing her flushed skin, her erect nipples and still feeling the throbbing in her core.

She's been so good at withstanding, she thought she'd overcome these intense cravings. Fighting her mind and body for some kind of clarity amid this haze of desire. Nothing seems to help. What is she to do. Her mind is losing the battle as desire creeps in.

Maybe just one innocent touch. Just one press on her sensitive numb to ease the craving. She can control it, she tells herself. She won't succumb to those dark desires....

She presses and circles her clit ever so slowly, the internal pressure building. Just a little more she thinks to herself and she'll be able to take the edge off.

Oh no, its not enough! Oh please, please... she begs no one. She needs more! More pleasure, more pain, just more... And then before she knows it, she's scrambling around looking for items to give her what she needs. To reach that oasis she so longs for.

She's lost in pleasure. Touching, teasing, drowning in complete bliss. Closing her eyes as her mind drifts to a time before. Remembering his words, his hands... now her hands tracing over every spot he's ever touched. Panting, pleading, crying out as her body drips with lust and need. Remembering the delicious pleasure and pain only he could bring out in her.

Only now, she imagines him standing over her, watching her, guiding her with every touch, every strike. Taunting her, teasing her, denying her his touch as he also forbids her from touching her clit, her core.

To reach that extreme pleasure it will be by her own hands, with every painful strike on her most sensitive spot. She must count each lash to 20 and only then will she be allowed to cum.

Each lash must be harder than the last, he says. Her back arcs, as she writhes with each lash, every twist and pull causes the ties on her sensitive nipples and thighs to tighten, sending electric jolts straight to her core. She's so wet now she's dripping onto the floor.

Time flies by her as her dark desires and lust consume her completely. Her hands roam, the ties bind, the belt lashes and she's lost in her erotic fantasy, oblivious to the world around her.

She finally reaches 20 and screams as her climax burst from her aching body. Her arousal is so heightened, her body flushed and warm and so sensitive, her mind on overload. As she comes back down the darkness slowly consumes her as she falls into a deep sleep.

When she finally wakes and rises up, all she can think is, well that didn't turn out the way she thought.

She shakes her head as she once again looks in the mirror. Except now, a different image looks back at her. She stands there, completely sated... with hair ties around her nipples, pulled forward by yarn that runs down between her legs and around her thighs. Feeling guilty, that she gave into those desires. She removes all the evidence and showers. But as she drifts off to sleep once again, her mind fills with all the dark desires, painful pleasures and passions that she's suppressed for so long. Now she's back to square one!