Permission~

How your body must ache right now, pets~

Its been a long night, so many of you spending hours upon hours buried into the lustful fog, that addicting haze that steals your thoughts and compels you to grind against anything that could remotely give you an once of pleasure.

Perhaps you are waiting for permission to touch. Waiting for those perfect words.

"Touch, pet. Touch, slut"

Its like music. Breaking down the dam and letting you truly give into the need. Your hand has already danced so close to between your legs. You can feel the heat pouring off of you. All you need is those magical words...

Touch

Maybe you have already been touching! You are such a good edge slut after all! You have felt that throb, that ache in your core that is locked away. You dance around it, leaking more and more each time. Each time it builds up more, threatening to make that eventual release painfully wonderful. But you need permission. New words. Powerful works.

"Cum for me, darling. Cum for me, Sir. Cum for me, mistress."

"Cum, slut." Mouth that. It's so sweet? It feels so good on your lips. Cum...slut~ but...no. Permission. Need permission.

Permission to cum?~