As the person pulled you along you couldn’t help but think about what they said. Just using your mind to get your rocks off was incredibly erotic. You pictured yourself just sitting in a chair panting to your self as everyone looked at you then crying out and shutting as an orgasm overcame you. The more you focused on this fantasy the more real it became till you could actually feel the heat in your crotch. You tried walking and ignoring it, but still felt it with each step you took like a vibrator pushed deeper and deeper into your clit. The more you surpressed the urge the worse it got. Your imagination grew with your fantasies. You imagined every cell in your body as a pleasure receiver pumping hormones into your brain.
Every step the arousal grew and grew, until you couldn’t take another one and collapsed on the ground panting.
“You alright?” The blank asked. Your answer came in the form of gasping moans. Your hands rubbed across your smooth crotch and chest, trying to give some relief before you burst to no avail. The tingling of arousal came from every cell in your body. It was like you had become a massive clit wired to a brain. You spassamed and drooled but didn’t care at all who saw you like this. All that mattered was the pleasure. And oh what pleasure their was.
You lay their curled up on the floor, your limbs flailed on the floor every touch a Turn on. Your spine arched back in reflex. People gathered, someone said something.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
It was just you, this body. And the mind numbing pleasure...