>>123262
Love the way ya think! Also love the name bombslut! This piece of art from early in this thread is my dream. Plus a dynamite stick in my mouth!

Bound tight, every inch of my naked body pressed helplessly. The rope biting deliciously into my skin, marking me. The pressure and ache from the restraints isn't just pain, it's pleasure, twisted and perfect. I crave it.

Strapped snugly against my trembling flesh are thick, beautiful sticks of dynamite. They hug and kiss my curves. And they are lit!
That sound... that sweet, sinful hisssssss. It floods my ears! I moan quietly, the rope creaking as my body shudders.
The smoke thickens, filling the room and my lungs. It wraps around me, along my breasts and my stomach, sliding sensually over my sweat-slicked skin. I can feel the heat from the burning cords, so close, so slow. My body is glistening now. Damp with anticipation, drenched in lust. Every drop of sweat slides along the ropes, stinging slightly, deepening my pleasure.
The dynamite feels alive. Throbbing and pulsing. Each stick presses harder against me with every second, like it's straining to burst. And I feel it too. I’m straining, gasping, aching to explode in my own way. The pressure builds in my core, I start to pant, my body twitching with need. I can almost taste the climax as the smoke fills my lungs. I'm delirious with desire.

Every second of this peril tease makes me wetter, hotter, and needier. I’m consumed by the ropes, by the smoke, by the dynamite! I want the build-up, the edge, the moment before it all ends. I want to EXPLODE!