Sensory overload Stories

The world has shrunk into a single, throbbing point of focus. Every fragment of my existence drawn to the molten core of my desire. My nerves hum, taut and trembling, every thought consumed by the exquisite heat pulsing between my thighs. That cursed point. My body hangs suspended, face-down, an unfamiliar, disorienting angle - hips elevated, thighs spread wide. I’m frozen in time and space, open, exposed, offered to the...

The world is white noise. I'm on my back, naked, restrained at wrists and ankles. Five distinct vibrating zones, special pillows, pressing against my upper back, lower back, hips, thighs. Another one rests on my belly. Each one pulses to a different, chaotic rhythm. My hands are gripping vibrating cylinders. My feet too. The sensations compete, overlap, create a storm of input I can't parse. Then I feel her hand on my inn...

The night spread like a dark cloak over my bed, and I lay naked, wrapped in memories of a pleasure that I could now only savor in my mind. My lips moistened, not just those of my mouth, but also those that keep deeper secrets, that seem to have their own sense of taste, a kind of hidden palate eager to explore once more. I closed my eyes and their images appeared, their scents filling my senses as if they were here, an in...

A sensual kiss on the nape of my neck, a gentle skimming of fingertips along my shoulder and the swell of my cleavage, and a playful nibble of my earlobe all stimulate feelings of desire. A firm cupping of my breast, a terse twist of my nipple, and the dance of greedy fingers along my bare mound take that arousal up several notches. A frenzied thumb on my hard nub, a forceful spank on my backside curves, and the demanding...