The doorbell rings. Denise, knowing that she is past the point of no return, is excited, but nervous. She skitters down the stairs to her doorway. She opens it, and he is there. Handsome and short. The way she expected. He sweetly thanks her for the good directions, which caused him to get there early. He has a bag, and she wonders what is in it. Denise can’t wait to have this man naked in her home. She will do very little. Him, the self described exhibitionist, will entertain her. The deliciousness of the control is overwhelming. She almost wishes she had paid him. That would close the deal in terms of being in control. But she will pay him, in a manner of speaking, if all goes well.
“What is in the bag, David?” Denise asks, half out of curiosity, and half to demand something of him, since she hates the fact that her pussy is already wet, and he has done nothing.
“a towel, to keep warm and wipe, some lube, other stuff, and some condoms.
“You won’t need the condoms. Give me the bag.”
Like a yielding human toy, he gives her the bag.
Denise is about to toy with this man, and she wants to tone it down a bit. “I am glad you are here.” She kisses him. It is the kiss that she saves for the end of dates which says “I don’t want you to come in. But I think you are hot, so make sure you call me again.” It works, as she mellows the kiss out, withdrawing her tongue ever so slowly, David begins feeling her strong hips. She withdraws. “At the top of the stairs is a guest bedroom. Get ready, naked there, then cross the hall to my bedroom. I will be waiting.”
She almost feels guilty. She has manipulated things cruelly. It is February, and she opened the window to the guest bedroom, making sure that it was about fifty degrees there. She wants him cold, hungry, shrunken, and vulnerable. He will perform for her in her room, which she has arranged to feel like a womb. There are 10 candles lit. Mirrors reflect the warmth and shimmers all around. There is a fluffy, high pussy like comforter on the bed. The room is at 72 degrees.
David seems to have hurried. She is not surprised, since it is so damn cold in that room. As he enters her room, his arms are wrapped around his chest. His nipples are rock hard. Interestingly, his cock is not too shriveled. She approaches him in her ever so short silk kimono. I tantalizes, because it shows the swell of her breasts, and ends about an inch below her labia. Where the sides meet in the front, there is a hint of a parting, which dosen’t quite show her pussy. It is clothing that flirts, teases, feels good, and leaves her in control. It is time to give her little performer a starting point. She slowly steps up to him. He is standing nervously on the warm side of the threshold to this warm womb of a room. Denise stands close to him. Not quite make-out close, but definitely sensual. She pushes the door behind him closed. It rattles. He is slightly startled. Why does she enjoy this control? She looks into one pupil, then the other. She parts her lips as if to say, lets just make out and fuck. As soon as that message might be conveyed, she backs up a half step. She gazes down at his cock. This man is a “shower”. He shows his length even though he is not erect. Flaccid, he loses very little mass. It makes a man hot looking even when he is not hard. A blue vein is gently pulsing. “Your body is strong, you are driving blood and energy right into your cock, and I just know this is going to be a good show.” David nods in agreement, “I’m gonna…” She stops him with her forefinger. It is wrapped in the belt of the kimono. Fingering his lips to be stationary, she stops him. He is so eager and sweet, he wants to do a good job. Now for the directions.
Denise gazes at his cock again. It is swelling slightly. It is tan. This is going to be fun. “David, I will get under the covers of my bed, where I cum, fuck, suck, and enjoy my body.” This has the intended effect. His swelling intensifies. She holds her gaze for several breaths, to contribute to the hard on. His cock stiffens almost to the point of losing curvature. She nods her head, and smirks at him with a dash of contempt in a way that she practiced in the mirror this morning. “See that’s the problem. You better not jerk off and ooze like some junior high school boy who is always on the edge. You are going to really express yourself. Go slow. Do things that I will want to memorize for when I am playing with another man’s cock. Surprise me. Surprise you. Do things you do only when you are alone, in the middle of the night. Maybe, you should do something you are ashamed of.” She reaches up and massages gently his hairline. He whimpers with lust. “Yeah David, fucking, stroking, and coming only work if your head is in it. Use your head to make yourself cum for me.” Then she looks at his bag with the towel and condoms in it. She never opened it. “And that bag of tricks. You are a colorful boy. Use whatever you want.” The lie is fun and delicious, and she has no idea why.
Denise walks to the bed. She gets under the covers, and easily removes the kimono. Some stitching grazes her nipple, and it stiffens. She wants to show off while imparting the last rule, a complicated one. She sits up straight, and rolls the comforter so her entire right side is exposed. The comforter runs from between her legs to just below her breasts. The fabric is like a tube top, and a bikini. The fluff of fabric bunches up to just below her nipples. Enough of her hip is exposed that the barest evidence of pubic trimming is evident. David walks to the bed, his hand is low and his fingers are on his balls. His foreskin, there isn’t too much, has started to retract, showing that pussy pink layer around his tip. God this guy is hot. “No David, not yet, stop.” He stops. His cock dosen’t. It twitches to near fullness. Denise thinks that this must be some of the appeal of s and m. Control. His hands are dutifully stationary at his sides. Denise nods towards her night table. It is full of toys and lubes, but he dosen’t need to know that. “David, in that envelope on top of the night stand is a list of things a man might do that are colorful. Things he could do alone, or with a woman, or a man. I think they are interesting things….” He reaches for the envelope like she knew he would. “David, leave the envelope. After you cum, and I mean cum really hard, we will go over the list. And depending on how much you do for me, you will be rewarded.” Now that she is diving in, she feels more playfull. “OK David, get to work, or play, or whatever. Play with that cock, and put on a show for me.”
“What is in the bag, David?” Denise asks, half out of curiosity, and half to demand something of him, since she hates the fact that her pussy is already wet, and he has done nothing.
“a towel, to keep warm and wipe, some lube, other stuff, and some condoms.
“You won’t need the condoms. Give me the bag.”
Like a yielding human toy, he gives her the bag.
Denise is about to toy with this man, and she wants to tone it down a bit. “I am glad you are here.” She kisses him. It is the kiss that she saves for the end of dates which says “I don’t want you to come in. But I think you are hot, so make sure you call me again.” It works, as she mellows the kiss out, withdrawing her tongue ever so slowly, David begins feeling her strong hips. She withdraws. “At the top of the stairs is a guest bedroom. Get ready, naked there, then cross the hall to my bedroom. I will be waiting.”
She almost feels guilty. She has manipulated things cruelly. It is February, and she opened the window to the guest bedroom, making sure that it was about fifty degrees there. She wants him cold, hungry, shrunken, and vulnerable. He will perform for her in her room, which she has arranged to feel like a womb. There are 10 candles lit. Mirrors reflect the warmth and shimmers all around. There is a fluffy, high pussy like comforter on the bed. The room is at 72 degrees.
David seems to have hurried. She is not surprised, since it is so damn cold in that room. As he enters her room, his arms are wrapped around his chest. His nipples are rock hard. Interestingly, his cock is not too shriveled. She approaches him in her ever so short silk kimono. I tantalizes, because it shows the swell of her breasts, and ends about an inch below her labia. Where the sides meet in the front, there is a hint of a parting, which dosen’t quite show her pussy. It is clothing that flirts, teases, feels good, and leaves her in control. It is time to give her little performer a starting point. She slowly steps up to him. He is standing nervously on the warm side of the threshold to this warm womb of a room. Denise stands close to him. Not quite make-out close, but definitely sensual. She pushes the door behind him closed. It rattles. He is slightly startled. Why does she enjoy this control? She looks into one pupil, then the other. She parts her lips as if to say, lets just make out and fuck. As soon as that message might be conveyed, she backs up a half step. She gazes down at his cock. This man is a “shower”. He shows his length even though he is not erect. Flaccid, he loses very little mass. It makes a man hot looking even when he is not hard. A blue vein is gently pulsing. “Your body is strong, you are driving blood and energy right into your cock, and I just know this is going to be a good show.” David nods in agreement, “I’m gonna…” She stops him with her forefinger. It is wrapped in the belt of the kimono. Fingering his lips to be stationary, she stops him. He is so eager and sweet, he wants to do a good job. Now for the directions.
Denise gazes at his cock again. It is swelling slightly. It is tan. This is going to be fun. “David, I will get under the covers of my bed, where I cum, fuck, suck, and enjoy my body.” This has the intended effect. His swelling intensifies. She holds her gaze for several breaths, to contribute to the hard on. His cock stiffens almost to the point of losing curvature. She nods her head, and smirks at him with a dash of contempt in a way that she practiced in the mirror this morning. “See that’s the problem. You better not jerk off and ooze like some junior high school boy who is always on the edge. You are going to really express yourself. Go slow. Do things that I will want to memorize for when I am playing with another man’s cock. Surprise me. Surprise you. Do things you do only when you are alone, in the middle of the night. Maybe, you should do something you are ashamed of.” She reaches up and massages gently his hairline. He whimpers with lust. “Yeah David, fucking, stroking, and coming only work if your head is in it. Use your head to make yourself cum for me.” Then she looks at his bag with the towel and condoms in it. She never opened it. “And that bag of tricks. You are a colorful boy. Use whatever you want.” The lie is fun and delicious, and she has no idea why.
Denise walks to the bed. She gets under the covers, and easily removes the kimono. Some stitching grazes her nipple, and it stiffens. She wants to show off while imparting the last rule, a complicated one. She sits up straight, and rolls the comforter so her entire right side is exposed. The comforter runs from between her legs to just below her breasts. The fabric is like a tube top, and a bikini. The fluff of fabric bunches up to just below her nipples. Enough of her hip is exposed that the barest evidence of pubic trimming is evident. David walks to the bed, his hand is low and his fingers are on his balls. His foreskin, there isn’t too much, has started to retract, showing that pussy pink layer around his tip. God this guy is hot. “No David, not yet, stop.” He stops. His cock dosen’t. It twitches to near fullness. Denise thinks that this must be some of the appeal of s and m. Control. His hands are dutifully stationary at his sides. Denise nods towards her night table. It is full of toys and lubes, but he dosen’t need to know that. “David, in that envelope on top of the night stand is a list of things a man might do that are colorful. Things he could do alone, or with a woman, or a man. I think they are interesting things….” He reaches for the envelope like she knew he would. “David, leave the envelope. After you cum, and I mean cum really hard, we will go over the list. And depending on how much you do for me, you will be rewarded.” Now that she is diving in, she feels more playfull. “OK David, get to work, or play, or whatever. Play with that cock, and put on a show for me.”
