Change of Direction

I’ve decided to try something a little different with you this time. I’ve lured you into my hotel room, gotten you onto the iron framed bed and now have all your clothes off and your wrists tied to the frame. Its not just about waiting and patience. It’s about control. No amount of you instructing me to touch you or myself will have any effect. I like to take my time when I have you in such a position. I can now run my hands down your chest, over your hips, the inside of your legs, the bottoms of your feet and enjoy watching how your cock throbs, how you try to direct it toward my hands as I move down your body, raising your hips, nipples hardening. But I can also drink in the smell of your want. It is very exciting to me. I don't want to torture you, per se, but waiting can be one of the most erotic activities.

You have such a demanding gaze, it’s hard for me to look away so I cover your eyes with the blindfold. You hate that. You can't see. You can't touch. You can only experience the smells and sounds and be passive to it. I'm tempted to bind your mouth as well but I can't deny myself the wonderful taste of your lips, your tongue, so I don't.

I take the oil from the side table and pour it into my hands, rubbing it to warm it and I rub you down with it. All of you. I massage it into your shoulders, your chest, rubbing your nipples to hardness, your stomach, your thighs and feet. I have saved the best part for last and then rub your balls, your cock, which just grows harder, and slip a well oiled finger into your ass, for just a moment, and then kiss your wanting cock.

I've taken off my clothes now and I lay across you, rubbing my chest to your oiled chest, nipple to nipple, groin to groin, with my mouth buried in your neck, your hair, your ear. I'm trying to touch as much of you all at once as I possibly can. I whisper in your ear how much I want to fuck you, that you taste delicious, and you groan a little in frustration as for now, its just talk.

What can you do? ‘Fuck me,’ you say. ‘Fuck me. Suck my cock. Give me your pussy. Put it in my mouth. Sit on my face.’ Your whole body is wriggling, hips bucking, pushing against me, trapped like a tiger flinging himself against the cage. Your whole body becomes a cock, in my hands.

I just continue my whisper in your ear, telling you to shush, that you're just making it worse for yourself, the more you demand or plead the longer I'll withhold. My pleasure comes from giving you pleasure I say but it has to be on my terms. All the while I'm whispering in your ear, I'm stroking your cock, making you harder and harder and causing you to just strain and struggle more with your position.

But while I am so close to your luscious mouth, I do take a taste and you seize on this opportunity, not letting me pull away, willing me with your passionate kiss to stay close, and then you can push your thigh between my legs (I've been caught off guard) and you begin to apply pressure to my soaking wet pussy. You can't see my face but you can feel me tense, my breath rasping, my heart race. I want to give in, to just sit on your face and let you lick me and then ride that hard cock but not yet. And to make sure you have the message, I lift myself, grudgingly, off of you and move myself to the side of the bed. I can still reach you with my fingertips and I glance a scratch down your side and watch your skin prickle with goose bumps. I steal another yearning kiss from your sweet lips and stop touching you.

You hear me strike a match and I am lighting the candles by the side of the bed. I ask, 'Have you ever had wax dripped on you?' and I let a few of the hot drops drip onto your stomach. It doesn't burn, your skin is well protected with the oil, but it is hot, very hot and as I drip progressively more wax on you, moving down your stomach to your upper groin, in all that fur, your thighs, your focus shifts from trying to get me to touch you, to fuck you, to the warmth that radiates out from the wax, drawing your attention to your stomach, your thighs, your hips. I trace a finger down the trail of wax and begin to pry the hardened bits up. They come off easily, again because of the oil, but your mind is now drawn to the entire sensation of having my hands moving on you, the pinpricks of attention, and the continued want you feel as the pre-cum drips steadily from your ever throbbing cock. I lick it up, rolling your taste on my tongue and then kissing you to share it

I can go on and on like this until you cum without me even touching you, but, what would you like to have happen next? If I say I will entertain one request from you, what would it be?

Fantasy 5

I get you onto the couch. Your clothes are off, my top is off, I have a skirt on though, sheer and filmy, panties too. I'm licking your balls, taking each in turn into my mouth for a thorough tongue bath, and then taking your cock into my mouth, sucking, licking, teasing. My intent is to just suck you off, but you pull me up to your face forcibly to kiss and wrap your arm around me so my breasts are against your chest and I can't easily escape. My soft skirt is rubbing against your dick as you grind against me, with your leg between my legs, pushing against my clit. In your other hand, you pull my panties up tight, so there is pressure on my clit and so my ass cheeks are exposed and you begin to spank me, slowly, rubbing over the hot spot and then slapping again. I begin to press against your leg, feeling myself respond and pissed that you're able to bring me so close to orgasm so quickly and without even touching me, skin on skin (except for that hard hand on my hot ass).

You tell me how smooth you think my ass is, how you like the way I jump a bit, pressing into you harder, moaning, when you smack me. Which you do, your tongue running over my lips and tongue, pushing deeply into my mouth. ‘Do you like that?’ I say. You smack me again, pulling hard on my panties, pushing your cock, hard, against me. ‘Turn around,’ you say. I do, on all fours on your sofa, my ass up and exposed. You back away and for a minute you just watch, me, squirming, waiting. You pull my panties up again, higher, so they’re deep in my crack, my ass exposed and give me another smack. It's red, now, my ass. You move around to my face and let me suck you some more. But just for a minute – just to make you wet again. Then you go back to your business -my ass. You lick your finger and cup your hand, running the whole thing over my pussy, still covered a bit by my panties. ‘Does that feel good?’ you say. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

You pull down my panties, give me a smack, and push a finger inside. You tell me how wet and hot and slippery I am. I’m moaning. Another finger. A third, until I’m feeling full and pushing back against your hand, about to cum. But not yet...you try to keep me from the orgasm I want so badly. You slip a finger into my asshole, wiggling it, working it in, pull it out and then I feel it - your cock against my tight little hole. Pushing...