Allow me to cast you into my most basic fantasy. Let me tell you what I do with you when you come into my dream.
You can tell by the way I look into your eyes how much I adore you. The lingering caresses, the soft kissing of those nooks in your body that normally are ticklish tell you of my love. I have held you and comforted you and kept you warm. I have nourished your body, your mind and your soul.
I build your arousal slowly, teasing you into greater heights of sensitivity. When I sense your readiness I put my attention to your inner thighs and slowly tease my way to your clit. I flick it lightly and touch it with my tongue. I take it into my lips and slowly, softly massage it. I gently suck it and you feel my teeth. I wet a finger and slowly insert it into your vagina. From inside you, I reach up with my finger and press your clit deeper into my mouth.
My other hand caresses you and fondles your softness. Your first orgasm is a gentle wave that builds to a blissfull crest, then subsides only to build again. Another wave of orgasm shudders through you as I continue my ministrations. You see that I have taken a knife in my hand, but though you may fear it you are trapped by your ecstacy as wave after wave of orgasm crashes through your essence. I caress you with the knife, its strength in tune with your waves.
Each wave of orgasm is higher than the last. You feel the knife. You see the depth of the waves, and begin to perceive the depth of the ocean that lays beneath them. Still the knife. You could be lost in those depths, you could drown in them. Always the knife. You fear to go further lest you not return, lest you die. The knife! But there is no respite for you as I continue to force you to endure tides of orgasm. You want the knife! You know now that you will die, that you must die, that you want to die, to be lost in those depths.
My knife in sinc with the waves has become for you their symbol. My knife has become your orgasm and your fulfillment. I enter you with my cock and it feels like the knife as the sensation of orgasm has become for you the knife. I fuck you with my cock, it feels like the knife. You want to be fucked, you need to be fucked, by my cock, by my knife. The sensation has overwhelmed you, you have become the sensation. You need it. You need it more than life itself. You beg for it.
"Your knife," you gasp, "give me your knife!"
I put the knife to the bottom of your belly and slowly, ever so slowly as I fuck you, you feel it sink! You feel it cut through your skin and separate the muscle underneath. You feel it plumb the depth of your belly as you feel your bladder burst beneath it! You arch your back with a silent scream as the intensity of your agony transmutes into the most increadible ecstacy the universe could know!
With a long deep fluttering moan you watch as I cut you open with the knife. I slice a two inch gash right through to your spine. I rise up over you, my cock huge, and I plunge it into the blood gushing hole I have opened in you. I thrust with it hard over and over as you feel that I have lost all control. With each thrust excrutiating rapture surges through your sundered body. You feel your lacerated organs churn about my cock and cry out!
"More!" You choke on your fear as your need drives you. "More!" You beg.
I must comply! I need this as much as do you. I thrust the knife deep into your navel, right to the hilt and you love it. I work it around inside you and you feel your organs part beneath the blade. I rip it out of you all the while fucking your belly through your wounds. I put it to your stomach and shove it in deep. Over and over I drive it into you. I slice your breasts open and cut chunks out of you.
I feel myself coming and reenter your cunt with my cock. I thrust the knife into the very bottom of your belly and quickly sawing with deep vicious strokes, slice your belly wide open from your cunt to your chest. I start the most intense orgasm I will ever know! My come bursts out of your belly to land on your face as I completely loose it!
I plunge the blade into the small of your throat, twist it and push. I rip with it and cut you open and collapse upon you with a final kiss that you try to respond to as you expire through your neck with a gurgle. And die.
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Whew!
Was that good for you? It was good for me.