Hurt feelings

After what feels like an eternity, she finally gathers the strength to rise. With each deliberate movement, she feels the last whispers of ecstasy still humming in her veins. Slowly, she makes her way to you, her steps a testament to the profound joy that once rendered her immobile. now assist me in writing further.

The scene unfolded before you like a tableau of post-sex bliss. Her form, usually vibrant with energy, lay languidly bathed in the afterglow of a skilled touch. Every glistening inch of her naked body speaks of deep relaxation, a testament to the thoroughness of the treatment.

Her eyes, once a soft haven, now storm with disillusionment. “I thought I knew you. I thought you wanted to see me happy,” she muses aloud, her gaze piercing through you. “But after what I’ve just experienced, the thought of your touch… it’s too much. I can’t bear it.”

She pauses, collecting her thoughts, her disappointment hanging between you like a heavy curtain. “I don’t want your kisses, your cuddles. It’s all tainted now,” she confesses, her words slicing through the silence“It seems we have a long road ahead of us to repair our relationship.”

A pang of conflicting emotions coursed through you. You ached for her happiness, her pleasure, her utter satisfaction. Yet, a possessive tendril of desire twisted within you. You craved to be the one who brought forth that blissful release, the one whose touch could bring her to orgasm. Witnessing the state of ecstasy Lulu experienced, so profound it transcended the physical realm, ignited a deep desire within you to architect such a state for her. Why did this privilege solely fall to another? As if sensing your internal turmoil, she met your gaze, her voice laced with a truth that both soothed and stung.

"I see a deep desire in you to bring me to a state of total bliss," she confessed, a hint of empathy softening the edges of her disappointment. "But your touch, while loving, often leaves the inches stubbornly in place. Perhaps it's a matter of technique, size, or a blend of both. But ultimately, you're not the one to free my most authentic desires." Her words were a gentle but firm reminder of the rif that lay between your desire and reality.