I discovered my little fetish with my first boyfriend. We were teens, we were making out and I had no idea what I was doing. I was teasing him with my hands, and for a moment I stopped to take my top off. But just as I did, he came. He seemed frustrated and I asked him why, since I assumed an orgasm was an orgasm. He told me that he couldn’t help it, but that it wasn’t a true orgasm and it didn’t feel satisfying, and that I should always keep going once he’s past the point of no return.
For some reason, this turned me on like crazy. It was the feeling of being in control of his body and his emotional state, through his cock. Since then, I have done it hundreds of times with dozens of men, and have practiced it to perfection.
I love the desperation. I can tease them for hours and watch as they go from completely reasonable, intelligent men to single-minded, groaning animals unable to speak, with a single instinctive goal: to ejaculate.