So needy

I could tie you to a chair and tease you until you start making all those pretty little sounds. Stroke you again and again, agonizingly slow, only to stop and take notes.

What, exactly, makes you shake? What makes you moan? What makes you cum too early?

Lets try that last experiment again. Over and over again until nothing is coming out.

im squirming and flushed, barely taking in the conversation around me

someone asks me if im okay but all i can do is moan

the noise is enough for everyone to want their hands on me and start tearing off my clothes

I would be so vulnerable and cold, mostly covered by trees but no where to actually hide if someone was after me.

Maybe one of you would find me there?

i could lay on it, tied up forced into a mating press position, and you can use me to cockwarm you all day. occasionally you’ll fuck into me, or press a vibrator against my dick, but don’t worry, i wont interrupt you because you put a gag in my mouth.

i could hang my head off the side and suck on your balls for hours.

i could lay on my stomach and you could play with my asshole and pull my hair up off the table, or slap my ass repeatedly

like imagine someone stuck in traffic with a full bladder, desperately trying not to think about how badly they want to let it all out. they're hot and flushed and squirming, and their hips keep bucking up against the tight denim of their jeans. every movement sends a thrill down their spine, but they attribute it to the ache in their bladder and don't assume anything beyond that.

but finally, they can't stand it anymore and stick a hand between their legs. the pressure feels good, so good that they let out a choked whimper and grind against their hand. again, they chalk the bodily reaction up to how badly they need to relieve themselves, not even realizing how their cock/pussy throbs with every pang from their overfilled bladder. it's torture, yet they just gasp and moan and whine, brain too fuzzy to distinguish between all the different sensations.

when the dam finally breaks and piss gushes through their jeans, their eyes roll back and they shiver in ecstasy. the pee is wet and warm and somehow feels extra good, even though they can't figure out why. their accident creates a puddle in the seat, a reminder of their shame that simultaneously feels exhilarating. it takes a while for the person to calm down afterwards, breathing heavily and wondering why the hell they're missing the fullness of their bladder as the traffic clears up on the road ahead.