I wanted to torture him. But not with pain. Life had happened. A lot of it. I needed sex. I wanted it. A lot of it. I texted him all day, telling him I wanted to tease him, bring him to the brink of near orgasm, and stop. I was going to this multiple times. And if he came before I said, he wouldn’t get to see my pussy for a long, long time. I lied about that last part.
My plan was to have him come home, and he was to get smooth in all the places. I love it when his chest is smooth, and his tummy. My god he has a great stomach. I told him to take the razor a bit farther down. I told him I will use my mouth even more if everything is smooth. He obliged. I told him he was to wear nothing to the bedroom. He knew my intentions. I am naturally submissive, but not tonight. I wanted to be more dominant. He said he had been craving the idea of being out of control. He used the word “girly” several times. He said he wanted to be used. For my pleasure. I set the ground rules. He loves going down on me, he could lick me for hours and never want reciprocation. I take that for granted way too much, but I told him not tonight. His mouth wasn’t to touch my pussy. This was all about him. While I wanted to tease him, edge him, and dangle the orgasmic carrot in front of him, I still wanted him pleased.
I heard the shower, then the bath. I laid in bed, touching myself with my fingers and toy that drives me wild. I had been edging all day. I summoned an orgasm to the surface so many times that I lost count, and then let it die. I love doing that, whether with a partner or masturbating. Long drawn out sex is way better than a fifteen minute romp.
I watched as he entered the room. His caramel skin smooth, tiny nipples adorned his flesh. My eyes traced down his body. His member looked more delicious than usual, the landscape smooth. He laid on his back and I wasted no time kissing him. My tongue mated with his as my hands roamed his body. The smoothness was nice. It always is. After several minutes of making out, licking his lips, and darting my tongue in and out of his mouth, I slid down his body. My hand teased his cock while I wrapped my lips around one of his nipples. I bit it, hard, and then let up with a light suck. He let out a moan that I hadn’t heard in quite a while. Sometimes I hear it when he straddles me. He will get on top of me like a girl and bounce up and down while I jerk him. It ends with him cumming all over my tits, but the thrill of it is the way he sounds. So girly, so vulnerable. It’s hot. I’ve never told him so, but it is fucking hot. Tonight, I wanted more. More of that.
My lips went lower and lower. I licked around his navel and watched as he arched his back the same way I do just before he sucks my clit. I went lower, looking at his eyes the whole time. I love eye contact. It’s beyond hot. I told him in my texts that I didn’t want his eyes closed. He obeyed. I like watching him watch me. I ran out of room on his upper body after kissing all the way down. I looked up at him again, my makeup was on point, and I knew it. I stared at his blue eyes while my tongue licked up his shaft like an ice cream cone. And I fucking love ice cream. I felt him grow in my hand. I have a small mouth, so my blowjobs are more of the licking variety. I feel bad for him sometimes, I know I’m no porn star and cannot take all 7 inches of him in my mouth and down my throat. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I just can’t! I sucked the tip and teased his frenulum by flicking my tongue. That drove him crazy. I felt him begin to pulse, so I stopped. “Don’t you dare cum already,” I said.
He replied with a simple, “Ok. I won’t.” I looked up at him and went lower. I teased his inner thighs and massaged his balls, and then, well ok. He didn’t come to bed naked after all. A pink jewel shined from underneath. The plug was a nice surprise, and he was completely smooth all around it. My mouth went lower, teasing around the edge of the metal. He spread his legs even wider for me and a moan more feminine than my own escaped his lips. He was definitely being the submissive. And I loved it.
I decided to tease him even more. I came back up his body and kisses his lips again. A long French kiss, making him taste himself off my lips and tongue. It was fucking hot. I could tell he wanted it. I spun around and sucked him again. My ass was inches from his face, but not naked. I had on a pair of boyshorts that always makes my ass look bigger and better. I knew the gap between my thighs was driving him wild. I backed up a little more. I could feel his breath through the fabric and along the edges of my shorts. He reached up and tried to lick me through the cotton. “No,” I yelled, dropping his cock from my mouth. “None of that.” But it fucking felt good. Why is he so good with his mouth? He obeyed and didn’t slide the cotton to the side. Instead, I just grinded on his face, making him lick me through the shorts. It turned him on even though he couldn’t taste a thing. I felt his cock grow in my mouth until it no longer fit anymore. Damn my small mouth. Dammit. I went lower, teasing his balls again while teasing his face with my ass. The way the shorts cradle my nether regions made him even harder. He tried to finger me, but I wouldn’t let him. This was supposed to be torturing him with pleasure and withholding, but it was more torturous for me. I didn’t plan to fuck him. Or let him fuck me. But I was wetter than ever.
[Click here](https://averymontgomery.medium.com/tease-denial-and-role-reversal-e3d0ede65bc) to see if I let him fuck me or not…and for all of what happened? I am so wet thinking about it!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ytko5e/i_teased_him_denied_him_and_had_a_little_role
Well worth clicking to find out what happens!! *WHEW*!!!