When you finally caught your breath and came to your senses you looked up and saw that I was still staring at you. Really, what else would I be doing? But you could clearly see what you had done to me…the pent up urges, the barely contained need. Your eyes wander down from the complicated expressions flitting across my face to the much, much simpler expression of what I was straining to contain behind the denim of my jeans. I was painfully hard by this point and it was all I could do not to push one hand down the front of my jeans to pull and ease some of the tension that had built up over the last half hour or so. Looking back up at me you brush two fingers lightly over your lips and smile sweetly at me. You tell me how incredibly patient I’ve been and how much it turned you on to see me control myself while you brought yourself to climax. You tell me that control is one of those things that can turn you on more that anything else. Control over yourself, control over others. Being controlled. They tenuous dynamic between wanting and taking, between having and giving. Seeing the control you had over me just now…the control I exerted on myself…seeing a dam’s worth of lust held back by something as thin as ‘self-control’…that was hot. That is what could make the soft flesh between your thighs damp with desire. You tell me all of this in the lowest, huskiest of voices. And in the next breath you tell me how much the other side of that coin does the same thing. In the right place, with the right person…you want to lose that control, to be controlled. As you say this the tension in your body shifts ever so slightly, so much so it would be completely missed if I hadn’t been looking for it.
Author: WWHD1987
When I walked in on you – Part 1
Since we had never met I was a little more nervous than usual knocking on your door. We had texted earlier, and to my deep surprise, you had said yes to going out for a beer with me later that evening. You said come by around seven and I of course said “yes!”. I hoped it hadn’t sounded too eager. Never one to be late, and certainly not with you, I was at your door at 7 sharp. Taking a deep breath I knocked. And waited. After a bit I knocked again, thinking maybe you hadn’t heard. Again I waited. Nothing. I was starting to think maybe you’d forgotten and ran out to do something else that night. But as I was standing there I leaned in and noticed I could hear music coming from inside. Then I noticed that your door was shut, but not shut tight. You must be home. So I pushed open your door and leaned my head inside to announce myself. I could see into your living room, but you weren’t in there…but I could hear your music and it was rather loud. You definitely couldn’t hear me. So I stepped inside and shut the door behind me and spoke up louder “Hi Britt! It’s James.” But still you didn’t answer. I decided that your place must be larger than I realized so I stepped fully into your living and looked around. The place was empty, but I could see you had set out a bottle of something and a couple of glasses. I stepped further into your house and saw the door to your bedroom ajar. Figuring that if I was going to get your attention I’d have to make eye contact with you, I slowly pushed your bedroom door open saying “hello?”. When I could see inside I realize that all my assumptions about this situation were completely off.