GHOST

because… it is. it’s exactly what i’m after. i want to see you cry. i’m working toward it. every movement of my fingers is calculated. every angle chosen specifically to overwhelm you. to push you past what you can handle. to make those tears inevitable.

the first tear that falls? that’s when i know i’ve got you. that’s when everything in me lights up. when i know i’m doing it right. getting you exactly where i need you. vulnerable. overstimulated. unable to hold it back anymore.

and i don’t want you to hold it back. i want more. want to see your face crumple. want to watch your eyes fill up and spill over. want to see mascara run if you’re wearing it. want to see that raw unfiltered emotion pouring out of you because of what i’m doing to your body.

it’s not just about the tears themselves. it’s about what they mean. that you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that your body doesn’t know what else to do. that i’ve pushed you so far past your normal state that crying is the only response left. that you’re completely at my mercy and your body is showing it.

i love the conflict on your face. how you’re embarrassed by crying but can’t stop. how you’re trying to wipe them away while still grinding on my fingers. how you’re apologizing while your body begs for more. the contradiction makes it even better. makes me want to push harder.

and i do push harder. because seeing you cry doesn’t make me ease up. it makes me want to wreck you further. makes me want to see how much more you can take. how many more tears i can pull from you. how completely i can break you down while building you up.

the way you look when you’re crying from pleasure is burned into my brain. eyes red and swollen. cheeks wet and flushed. mouth open. vulnerable. no walls. no pretense. just raw honest reaction to being overwhelmed. it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

i want to catch your tears. taste the salt. feel the evidence of what i’m doing to you on my fingers. on my lips. want to watch them fall while i keep going. while i don’t give you a break. while i push you toward another orgasm that’ll make you cry even harder.

because you crying while cumming? that’s everything to me. that’s the goal. watching your face contort with pleasure and overwhelm at the same time. watching tears stream while your body shakes. watching you completely lose yourself because it’s too much and so good and you can’t process both at once.

and there’s something about the trust in it... that you’re letting me see you like this. crying because i’m making you feel so good you can’t contain it. that you trust me enough to not hide. to not hold back. to just let the tears fall while i keep touching you.

i’m absolutely obsessed with the sounds too. how your voice breaks when you try to speak through tears. how you hiccup between sobs. how you gasp and cry at the same time. it’s messy and real and so much better than composed.

the humiliation aspect makes it even better. watching you embarrassed by your own tears. watching you try to apologize. try to explain. try to regain some control. and me not letting you. me telling you how pretty you look. how perfect. how i want more.

i want you crying so hard you can barely breathe. crying so hard you’re hiccuping. crying so hard your whole body shakes with it. and i want to be the reason. want my fingers. my mouth. my words. my actions to be what breaks you down that completely.

but here’s the thing. it’s not cruel. it’s not about actual sadness or pain. it’s about overwhelming pleasure. about pushing you so far into feeling good that your nervous system short circuits. that your body’s only outlet is tears.

and after? after i’ve pulled every tear from you that i can? i want to hold you. want to wipe your face gently. want to tell you how perfect you were. how beautiful you looked. how much i loved watching you fall apart like that. want to give you all the gentleness and care to balance the intensity of what i just put you through.

because the tears aren’t the end goal exactly. the tears are proof. proof that i took you somewhere beyond normal. somewhere overwhelming. somewhere you couldn’t control your response. and that’s what i’m really after. that loss of control. that complete surrender. those tears are just the most visible, most honest evidence of it.

so no. don’t apologize for crying. don’t try to hold it back. don’t be embarrassed. give me those tears freely. let me watch them fall. let me know i’m devastating you in the best way. let me see exactly how much you’re feeling.

because i’ll never get tired of it. never get tired of watching you cry while i make you cum. never get tired of seeing that perfect broken expression. never get tired of knowing i can reduce you to tears just by making you feel too good.

that’s exactly what i want. exactly what i’m working toward. exactly what makes everything worth it.

like knowing shes fingers deep in herself but all she can think of are my fingers inside her, my mouth on her neck and tits, thumb on her clit like…