laotk:The Evil Joy of Denial Four hours ago, you started a little game. It was a harmless game; a
laotk: The Evil Joy of Denial Four hours ago, you started a little game. It was a harmless game; a little exercise in control. He voluntarily submitted to gentle bondage. He allowed himself to be spread-eagled to the four posts of the bed. He was already aroused by the time you had taken off your clothes, changed into a thong and a bra and took up a position next to his head. You stroked his chest hair, allowing your hands to lightly brush against his nipples. You kissed deeply. You went down on him, moistening him and sensitizing him to your touch. You mounted him, helping yourself to his desire. As his body approached climax, you could feel him increasing what little thrust his bonds allowed him and you started to rise. He rose up to meet you, to keep him inside of you…but, tied as he was, he could not stay inside. You rose off his penis, letting its tip stay just at the entrance, then pulled completely off, leaving it reaching and throbbing helplessly in the air. You allowed yourself to linger there, just inches from the tip of his penis as his body, arched up towards the ceiling, eventually gave out and collapsed back on the bed. -- source link