*Why am I writing a fantasy scene at 11 in the morning on a weekend? Nearly a week of denial does funny things to a woman…*
I stand trepidatiously in your room, nude except for lace thigh-highs and the high heels keeping me wobbly and focused on my balance. My hands are bound behind my back resulting in my breasts presenting beautifully upward with the tautness of my shoulder blades.
As time passes silently I strain my ears to hear you. I can’t see you, you’ve stayed out of sight behind me. It’s just me and the blood in my ears – and my cunt of course, for you’ve kept me denied what feels like ages now.
Then your hands are grabbing my hips, encircling my waist, holding me fast as your foot kicks my legs apart to stand spread before you. I panic and almost stumble but you won’t let me fall, only worry that I might. Relief floods through me when we pause here, me in your grasp, my heart beating fast for a moment before recovering.
And then I drip. You knew how I would feel when the air hits my bare, exposed slit – already wet, a cool chill as soon as my thighs parted. You knew how I’d feel as if I were stripped naked anew. You knew.
I hear a chuckle of appreciation from you, though you keep this moment wordless. My body has said all that needs to be said. I drip again and it runs down my thigh, a testament to my wants and needs.
Please, please touch me, I think, the haze of desire already setting in. A fogginess that lets me delude myself that your touch is an imminent possibility when we both know it’s not. Not there.
Your hands slide forward now, one up and around my right breast, one down below my navel. I inhale sharply in renewed hope. Will you…? Your hand dips southward to feel the heat radiating between my legs, hovering, hovering. No.
Suddenly both of my breasts are in your grasp as you knead and squeeze them allowing me no time to prepare. You are not gentle. You are strong and my flesh is delicate as you seek to leave bruises – not hard, I mark easily for you.
Then your hands open and your palms each rub flat against my nipples at the same time. Lightning sparks in an electric twinge in my clit that sends my cunt clenching on open air, I gasp and nearly stumble in surprise. My mouth is still open in an O when you lightly slap my cheek, affectionate and pleased by the reaction you elicit.
Hands at my waist again to hold me steady. Then you press me forward with a guiding hand at my upper back, posing me with a slight lean enough so my breasts begin to hang towards the floor. I’m still aware of how spread I am for you, my wrists still secured behind me, the position almost a mild strappado. Vulnerable.
You run your guiding hand down my spine and I shiver. I can feel you smiling. My stomach drops a little in nervous anticipation – you’re looking forward to your next move, and I am, too.
Now your hands come around me again to hold my breasts. Feel their weight in your palms. My areolas are puffy, but your touch leaves them alone, leaves my stiffening nipples bereft and devoid of what you promise. You’re pressed into my ass as I bend, a position that gratifies us both. I wait, biting my lip.
You don’t keep me waiting long. Your thumbs flick once over my nipples and I jerk involuntarily, letting out a gasp. Is it my fault I’m so sensitive? You’ve kept me in need for you for so long. Another flick, another gasp. You laugh darkly.
The next few moments are a series of flicks at unexpected intervals. Three fast. Long pause. One. Pause. A couple. No rhythm, nothing predictable. Then you shift – right, left. Left left. Right. It’s maddening. I’m bucking against you yet you hold me firmly, and I know we’ve barely started.
This game seems to amuse you greatly because you keep it up until I’m whimpering, at which point you stop. And I whimper again from the lack of touch. I’m pathetic and I don’t care.
Then I feel you again, this time pinching my nipples with thumb and forefinger just enough to bring a spark of pain. Ohh, I moan, my cunt squeezes again around nothing. You pinch and then pull out and downward, stretching my breasts before releasing and letting them bounce back to their natural gravity. Pinch, pull, release. Pinch, pull, release. Both and then one. The other. Both. I’m dripping, I’m whimpering, I’m being driven deliciously mad. Please stop, please never stop.
You’ve not even done my favorite tease yet but I’ve forgotten until you suddenly begin. The pinching turns into flicking at the side of my stiff, erect nipples, your fingernail brushing along the length of them in quick little licks of ecstasy. They send shivers up and down my body, igniting my nerves, making my toes curl and my breath shallow.
Then it’s a mix of flicking, pinching, pulling, squeezing, as you combine all of the above into an overwhelming combination. My brain shuts down into mindless bliss as I struggle to hold myself upright, wishing so desperately that you’d turn me around and throw me on the bed and fuck me senseless… But today you won’t. Today you make me throb with need and a desire that threatens to subsume me…
All with a little topside teasing.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tvgmun/topside_teasing_a_quick_scene_fany
That’s so hot.