Never Enough
I love the intimacy of cuddling a girl up in my lap and fingering her. It's easy, it's comfortable, and it lets me focus all of my attention on all of her responses. Every twitch, every moan, every word.
It's a wonderful time to get to know a girl, too. With a hand between her legs, her little brain starts to open up and you can go exploring. I like to ask about fantasies - the deeper and darker, the better. All while teasing her, carefully working her up to the edge and then back down again.
Because why would I let her cum? I love the feeling of closeness, I love the little noises she makes. I love seeing the rush of heat in her body, the haze descending over her mind, the slight slurring of words as her brain drowns in the sweetest neurochemicals.
It's never enough. I want to edge her more and more and more. I want her to stay needy all day, day after day, so that I can sit her down in my lap again and explore her brain a little more while I play with her desperate, dripping cunt. I want her to beg for mercy, beg to cum, beg to never cum again, beg to be free, beg to be enslaved, whatever she thinks will end her torment.
I want to see what happens as she grows more and more desperate. I want to see the little changes in her behaviour - does she become distracted? Does she become more obedient? Does she begin to act out? I want to know.
I don't think my curiosity has an end, in that regard. Her torment, no matter how awful and soul-crushing, is never enough for me. I want to savour every moment of it, while she's cosy and safe in my lap, gazing into my eyes, feeling me exploring her mind. I could quite happily do it all day long.
