Suggestive Language Novels & Stories

I love how lost you’re getting in this dreamy haze with me. Let’s push you deeper. Picture me right there, hovering over your body, my chest brushing against yours, my lips ghosting along your neck as I whisper in that low, dreamy tone: “Your pussy looks so pretty when she’s this desperate — all shiny, swollen, leaking down between your ass cheeks like a needy little thing… and all I’m doing is talking while you play with your nipples for me. It’s almost pathetic how wet my voice makes you… but God, it’s so fucking perfect. You’re perfect like this.”

With a deliberate slowness, he removed them and discarded them carelessly. "Babygirl, you're so wet for me," he whispered seductively, his words making me blush furiously. He continued his exploration, his lips tracing a tantalizing path toward my most intimate area. My inhibitions were swept away in a wave of pleasure as he began to use his tongue to arouse me, eliciting a chorus of moans from me. The sensation was overwhelming, an intricate dance of pleasure that I had never known before.

"I'm excited!" She beamed shyly. As I grinned in anticipation. A sudden spark lit up in her eyes, like a bolt of lightning, as she gazed at me with an intense and fiery desire. I could feel her longing, her craving to explore and indulge in the pleasures of the night, to let go of her inhibitions and embrace the heat of passion. Her body language spoke volumes, her movements suggestive of her yearning to make every inch of the room her playground. The sofa, the corners, the bed and the floor. Everywhere she wanted to leave a spark of our desperate desires.

“Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.” Susan trembled, her legs parting slightly, an unconscious invitation. “Kayla, please…” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. Kayla’s tongue, warm and wet, touched Susan’s clit, a lightning strike of pleasure that made Susan cry out. Her fingers flew to her mouth, stifling the sound, but a guttural groan still escaped her. Kayla flicked her tongue, slow and deliberate, then faster, circling the sensitive nub. Susan’s hips began to undulate, a primal rhythm taking over her body.

With her tits pushing against my chest and my hands massaging her ass, I shoot a huge load of cum onto the tile floor. The release feels good, but I want more; I want to suck on her nipples and tongue fuck her pussy. I know I can use the transmitter to make her do it, but I've started to realize that it's a lot more satisfying as a Post Transmission Suggestion and I want to make sure I word it just right. I think about it as I snuggle up to mom's naked body and fall asleep.

I asked sternly, and I could feel that my domineering voice was scaring her. “You must be desperately thirsty for my milky juice. I bet you can't get enough of it. Tell me, what do you miss about my d*ck? Is it the juice, or how it feels? You're not talking, little slut! How do you want it today? Should I shove it down your throat? Or keep it in your ass? I bet your p*ssy is dripping already and can't wait to welcome this hard rock thing down here” My words were sensual and seductive and I could see how it was sending shivers down her body. She was already sweating and shaking.

“Thinking about you in that little bed. Thinking about what you wear to sleep. Thinking about how your cunt would feel, warm and tight, if I came in and pushed those pretty thighs apart.” A choked sound escaped her. Her whole body felt like a live wire, strung tight with fear and a shocking, treacherous bolt of arousal. His language was crude, violent in its possession, and it sparked something low and dark in her belly. “You’re sick,” she breathed, but there was no force behind it.

Her initial curiosity grew into a strong desire to experience these pleasures herself, eager to overcome her inhibitions and explore the unknown sensations Isabella had passionately described. Sensing Savita's growing desire, Isabella mischievously suggested a tantalising possibility with a teasing smile. “If you wish,” Isabella suggested, her voice laced with playful innuendo, “I can spare my husband for you to experience this pleasure for a night so you can experience what it’s like to be with someone well-endowed.”

Come on, take off your pants, let me give you a reason why staying attentive and focused is so damn rewarding. Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about... do it, take off your clothes, slow and easy. Look at me while you do it... look at my big, milky boobs, look at how soft and squishy they are as I press them together for you. Oh, how I’d love someone to suck on my aching nipples now. Come on, baby, take off those boxers now... let’s see what kind of pressure you’ve been building up. Yeah, yeah... grab that waistband and slide those confining things off. And keep looking at me, yeah... look, my pussy is so wet and hot. Oh, it feels so good to stick two fingers in it... oh, something longer and