Vibrating Clit Piercing Novels & Stories

She pulled it out with shaking fingers. The vibrator was sleek, gunmetal gray, shaped like a thick tongue with a powerful suction cup base and a vibrating tip meant for merciless clit work. She had bought it six months ago on a drunken impulse and used it exactly twice. Both times she had come so hard she cried afterward and then felt ashamed for days. Tonight shame could wait. She hiked her skirt to her waist, sat on the closed toilet lid, spread her thighs. Black lace panties shoved to the side. She pressed the button once. Low hum. Twice. Higher. Three times. The highest setting, the one she had never dared before.

I started scratching my slippery pussy. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, gathering the wetness before circling my clit directly. The clit was swollen and hard, vibrating under my touch. I rubbed it in tight, fast circles, matching the movement of the headboard banging against the wall. Every time I heard the slap of skin on skin from the next room, I pressed down harder at the sharp jolt of pleasure.

At this rate, if she earned a real dime for every time she said ‘clitoris’, London would have to remove another piece of clothing. The Love Bunny vibrator worked similar to the wand vibrator. The only difference was how it could ‘clamp’ her sensitive lady bits and increase the intensity for those who enjoyed post-orgasm tortures. The toy was truly hardcore, and London didn’t know who would willingly participate in a torturous forced-orgasm marathon to cum fifteen times in a row. The only part about this product’s intended use that made sense to her was the anti-slip grip for squirters.

He pressed the smooth tip against my inner thigh first, teasing me before slowly dragging it upward. When the vibrator finally touched my pussy, I gasped loudly. The intense vibrations against my swollen clit made my hips jerk. Oh god, Liam, I moaned, my voice already trembling. He sucked harder on my nipple while slowly circling the vibrator around my clit. The combination was overwhelming. Pleasure surged through me in powerful waves. I gripped the sheets tightly, my moans growing louder and more desperate. You are so sensitive, he murmured against my breast before switching to the other nipple. He sucked it deeply, his tongue flicking rapidly while the vibrator pressed more firmly against

She did it again—long, flat lick, then circled my clit with the tip of her tongue. Her hands spread me wider, holding me open as she licked slow and thorough. “You taste so good,” she murmured. “So sweet.” She sucked my clit gently, tongue flicking in quick little strokes, then slow circles. I was shaking, hips rolling against her mouth. Then she turned on the vibrator—low buzz at first. She pressed it to my clit, the vibrations making me gasp. She rubbed slow circles, watching my face the whole time. “Feel good?” she whispered.

Bound On The Balcony (4) I smile and push the still-vibrating egg as far into her as it will go, pressing it hard against her cervix. Her breath catches and she closes her eyes, but it's not enough. I walk to my bag and pull out another toy. The vibrator has a concave rubber tip that fits snugly around her clit, sending pulses deep into the base of the sensitive bud instead of just the surface. I hold it in front of her face and smile until she opens her eyes.

“Books, movies. Are you surprised, my love?” “I’m amused. And no. I’m talking about a jingle bell clit clamp.” I sucked in a sharp breath as the vibration increased and swallowed about the clit clamp he was talking about. I was both excited and curious to experience what it felt like to wear a clit clamp. “What do you mean by a jingle bell?” “Don’t worry. Yours are diamonds. So it won’t make any sound.” He grinned, turning off the vibrator. “Wow.” “I can’t wait to put your diamond clit clamp on you. I know you’d love it.”