I found this on the internet. It is my favourite so I thought I would share it. I think I like it so much because I would like my life to be like this. It is long, but totally worth it.
I have known how much power women have over men ever since I was 14. I was enjoying a year of school exchange in San Diego (I am from London), I was at a party with a friend and her big sister told me things that changed my life. She was 18, looked 21, was confident, had a stunning figure and a beautiful face and she had sussed males completely. She explained how powerful the pussy was and how to not abuse that power, but also how to make sure that it IS used to get exactly the sex WE want. She even gave an example of how to use that power before the end of the party (thats another story). She told me ways to give ME the sex I wanted but the man gained as well (I am not into abusing the power and denying men sex). The main method she taught me relied on teasing. By the time I was married, I had perfected the use of pussy power to make sure I got the sex I wanted, when I wanted it AND my husband could not be happier.
I tend to want sex on average about 2 to 3 times a week depending on how tired I am after work and whether i have the curse. If I have a few drinks at the weekend, the plan and my method tends to go out the window, but this is how the plan normally works; In the mornings before work, immediately after waking up, after work before dinner, or in bed, in fact any time I am around my husband and can make it unpredictable, I will lead him on, no that is an understatement, I will really, really turn him on.
I do this in many ways, for instance, today is thursday, but on Monday morning I was showered first and was getting dressed while my husband showered. I made sure that when he came out of the bathroom I had already put on my summer dress (tight above the waist and then pleated below the waist so that it ‘flounces’ sexily when I walk. Classy, not too short) but I had not put on my panties and had my foot on the bed while clipping on my stockings. Stockings drive him wild! As soon as he saw my legs in stockings and no panties, his eyes were like saucers and he froze for a moment with the towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping off his muscular chest. I really liked what I saw and was tempted to break the plan right there, but didnt – the plan works. It gets me a man that is so desperate for sex with me that he is an animal and more importantly, rock hard – I mean rock. I can tell the difference if he has cum in the previous 2 days, I really can – he is still hard, but not as hard as he can be and the look in his eyes is desire, but not desperation.
Before we married we discussed sex at length. I told him that I can gjve him a sex life that every man he knew would be jealous of, BUT he had to follow my plan. The plan includes an incentive – if he gets tempted to wank and I work it out, that means he is not giving me what I want and so I would go and use the vibrator and he would lose out for a week. When we were engaged he did this and realised what he was losing out on and never did it again (I know you think I can’t tell but believe me, the state I get him in is different if he has relieved himself).
Anyway, back to Monday – I walked over to him, firmly pushed away his hands (he really wanted to grab me) and slipped my hand up his towel. I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled him to the other side of the bed. I pushed him gently on the shoulder so that he laid back onto the bed. He could not take his eyes off my legs and I slowly slid the bottom of my summer dress up my legs while standing with my legs shoulder – width apart. By the time I was at the top of my legs, he was standing proud and keen to go. I walked over to the bed straddled his hard abs with my knees outside of his arms and inched forward towards his face, sliding my fanny along his stomach and onto his upper chest. I lifted the front of my lower dress over his head so that he got an eyeful of my stocking thighs and my smooth fanny (the only hair is a well-trimmed landing strip), which was now slightly damp from the droplets of water on his chest. He was loving it. I leaned back a bit and slowly slid my smooth hand up and down his cock – it was throbbing under my hand. I inched my hips forward a bit more until my fanny lips were an inch from his mouth. His tongue was darting in and out like a thirsty lizard trying to get a taste. I did not have to do this for long before I got what I wanted, a little bead of pre-cum oozing from his cock. I climbed off him, pushed down my dress and quickly whispered in his ear “I am going to work with no panties on. If you wait for me, you can have me the day after tomorrow.” The look on his face was like a boy who had had his lollipop taken off him, but I am good at this and I know in 2 hours, once his hard-on had subsided, he would be thinking about the ache in his balls, knowing I wouldn’t break my promise and that he could go wild on me. I left for work.
I continued the next day. I was going to wait until after work, but because of the warm weather, I was wearing another summer dress. I was not wearing stockings that day and had already put on my panties. I forgot to mention what I look like – I am not a bighead, but have been told by men and women that I am very good looking and the women are jealous of my figure. I workout a few times a week and watch what I eat and so I have no fat and good legs. I would like bigger boobs (34B) but my husband says they are more than enough to grab hold of and they fill my dresses nicely. I have long dark hair that I usually put into a ponytail when I go to work. I went into the bathroom. He was showering and i slid open the door a little and reached in. He knew what I was up to and he had placed his cock near the opening. I cradled his balls with one hand and slid my other hand up and down his cock. I was surprised by how quick he had gotten hard, but then thought about how the build up of horniness from yesterday (and the fact I had strategically placed my naked ass in his groin the previous night in bed) was probably helping. He thought I was going to sustain this but I have learnt that as ‘the plan’ goes on I need to reduce contact time with his cock otherwise it gets too cruel and he aches too much. I told him to switch off the wzter and, again, I gripped his hard member and pulled him (a little bit more roughly than Monday because I know how much more abuse a hard cock can take over a soft one). I walked backwards because my right hand was gripping his meat while my left had a handful of scrotum under his balls and was leading him with that as well (he taught me this – at first it didnt feel right because I thought it would hurt him and I dont like pain and sex – who knew that it feels good to grab underneath and pull! Not balls, just skin!). Once he was on the bed, I straddled his face. My cotton panties were stretched wide across my fanny because mh legs were wide. The material was covering his nose and his mouth. His hands were on my ass cheeks, gripping them tightly as he tried to push my fanny harder onto his mouth but I pushed his hands off, readjusted my legs ougside his arms and lowered onto his face again. I gently pushed my hips back and forth so that my cotton-covered fanny slid across his face. I was getting wet and I could tell he was getting a good whiff of it because he was starting to squirm. Now this method needs experience to handle properly, because, just like horses, once most men get a whiff of a clean, excited fanny, he can get out of control – past the point of control, so because he was squirming and his cock was bobbing away I knew I had to stop. I quickly climbed off him and while I was whispering in his ear again, I was removing my wet panties. I said ” Nearly there. Tomorrow night, I am yours.” I dropped the panties onto his face and left for work (there was a small groan as I left the bedroom, which made me feel bad for a few seconds, but I had done this enough to know it was worth it, for me AND him).
Then came promise day, Wednesday. I was more ready for sex that day than I expected, especially since his cock felt ready on Tuesday night as it desperately probed between my legs as I placed my ass into his groin (with pyjama bottoms on this time though – didnt want to push him over the edge). I awoke first on Wednesday and slowly and quietly slipped off my pyjama bottoms. Slowly I pushed myself up out of the covers and slowly, I carefully straddled his sleeping face. As my warm fanny approached his face and my hot thighs were near his ears, he had opened his eyes. He was confused for about half a second, then his eyes opened wide. I held my lips just above his nose so that he had full view and smell. I could see that look on his face – that look in his eyes like a horse that has gotten a whiff of a female on heat. I lowered my lips onto his mouth. He had 2 hungry licks and I climbed off. While I was at work, I kept the desire going with a photo sent on my phone. It was simple but has proven effective in the past – a close up under my skirt, pulling aside my lacy panties and a finger inserted slightly.
Wednesday night after work I opened the front door and he was waiting in the hall. He was naked and in one hand he had 2 glasses of wine and in the other, a bowl of warm water with massage oil in. He put all those things on the hallway table and was quickly in his knees with his face level with my belly. His hands gripped my arse hard and in one quick movement he stood up, my fanny pressed into his face, with my dress material between us and I was being pressed there by his strong hands. He turned with us in this position and I firmly hit the hallway wall. Somehow he managed to hold me there and use one hand to lift the material over his head and his mouth hit my mound hungrily. It had worked – he was where I wanted him and that meant his cock should be as I wanted it as well. I let him feed himself through the thin lacy material of my panties, it felt great that he so desperately wanted me – ME, nobody else has been on his mind the last couple of days, just me. I could feel his hungry tongue pushing my panties aside and lapping at whatever it could reach. I said “Let me take them off,” I wanted to somehow get him upstairs, but instead he managed to grab the side of them and pulled so hard they ripped off. How he didnt hurt me I dont know, but it was impressive. After a short while, I realised that he may not stop so I said “Let me do you now.” He lowered me down onto my knees in front of him and he was ROCK hard. I looked up at his face and realised I had what I wanted, he was desperate and hard (I can never tell for sure that he hasnt cum until he is inside me, but it certainly looked and felt promising in my hand). I gripped his cock with my right hand, cupped his balls with my left and in one movement I put his cock to the back of my throat (as far as I can – still not mastered deep throat). The suddenness of my hot wet mouth enveloping him made his head throw backwards. That was my chance, so I stood and ran upstairs. I could feel and hear him close behind me, it was like trying to get away from a sex-crazed stallion. I glanced over my shoulder to see him close behind with his cock bobbing up and down as he ran. I could hear myself giggling as I ran, but I barely got into the bedroom as I felt his arms around my shoulders, my feet came off the floor and he tackled me onto the bed. He pushed my head down onto the bed and with his other arm wrapped around my waist, he pulled my hips up so that I was in the kneeling ‘downward dog’ position. He couldnt wait and I loved that. He kept his left hand on my head and I could feel him positioning the head if his cock against my lips. If I hadnt just had a good licking and also been excited by the whole event, what he did next would not have worked. In one hard push he was instantly balls-deep in me. I knew then he had resisted cumming in the last few days. He was hard as iron in me and it was what he wanted and it was what I wanted, so I knew I had worked the last couple of days perfectly. He pounded like a man possessed, which is what he was – possessed by lust for me.He reached around and into the top of my dress and although he held my whole boob in his hand, he was squeezing my nipple gently. With the hard cock sliding from tip to base in and out of me and the nipple squeezing, I was ready to cum. I wanted to beat him to it, but he was too ready and I could feel that he was cuming, plus I could hear his deep grunts of pleasures, but he knows that if I haven’t cum, he shouldn’t stop – good man, he kept going, but he didnt need to go for more than a few more strokes before my fanny clamped onto his cock and began to spasm. My head swooned as I felt the warm flood of pleasure flowing from my groin and filling my body. We lay there for a few minutes panting, with him behind me gently caressing my boob, but I couldn’t stay in that position too long because I could feel his cum driipping out onto my thigh.
It is because his orgasms are so intense that he follows the rules of this method. He is also banned from telling anybody – I know how much his workmates boast and tell their sex lives to each other, but he is not allowed. It is for us only. It’s what we agreed. I have not told my workmates, but I have educated them about the power of the pussy (a phrase coined by Madonna I think) and how they can shape their sex lives to the benefit of both them and their husbands if they take control – men couldn’t do it, they are not equipped. But I havent told them about my sex life, even when they are all spilling the beans on theirs, I just tell them everything is average and ‘ normal.’
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/6v4bbm/teasing_works_for_us