JeffNoth
Virgin
- Joined
- Jan 12, 2002
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- 148
I wanted to share a kink of mine that I find incredibly arousing - denial. But not just any denial, it's the thought of the women I chat with online engaging with other men while I'm unavailable that really gets me going.
I have this Portuguese beauty who I chat with regularly. She's a single mom of three and lives in Mirandela. The time difference between us is huge, so when she's in bed wanting to play, I'm at home having dinner with my wife and daughter. It's a tormenting thought, knowing that she's engaging with other men while I'm occupied.
I imagine her, laying in her bed wearing a thin cotton nightgown, her brunette hair tied up in a messy bun. She's chatting with other men, her fingers tapping out seductive messages as she waits for me to become available. She's teasing them, flirting with them, all while I'm sitting down for dinner with my family.
There's one man in particular that she's drawn to. He's charming, witty, and knows just how to make her blush. I imagine her, biting her lower lip as she reads his messages. She's sitting at her desk, her nightgown hiked up to her thighs. She's completely engrossed in their conversation, her body reacting to his words.
And the worst/best part? She keeps me on 'delivered', telling me she's busy when in reality, she's engaged in a steamy conversation with him. She's playing with fire, pushing the boundaries, and it's driving me wild.
So, that's my kink. The thought of her, so captivated by this man, it's a tormenting yet arousing thought. I find myself craving the moment when I can return to my chats with her, knowing that she's been naughty, has been engaging with him. It's a delicious torment, one that leaves me aching for more.
I have this Portuguese beauty who I chat with regularly. She's a single mom of three and lives in Mirandela. The time difference between us is huge, so when she's in bed wanting to play, I'm at home having dinner with my wife and daughter. It's a tormenting thought, knowing that she's engaging with other men while I'm occupied.
I imagine her, laying in her bed wearing a thin cotton nightgown, her brunette hair tied up in a messy bun. She's chatting with other men, her fingers tapping out seductive messages as she waits for me to become available. She's teasing them, flirting with them, all while I'm sitting down for dinner with my family.
There's one man in particular that she's drawn to. He's charming, witty, and knows just how to make her blush. I imagine her, biting her lower lip as she reads his messages. She's sitting at her desk, her nightgown hiked up to her thighs. She's completely engrossed in their conversation, her body reacting to his words.
And the worst/best part? She keeps me on 'delivered', telling me she's busy when in reality, she's engaged in a steamy conversation with him. She's playing with fire, pushing the boundaries, and it's driving me wild.
So, that's my kink. The thought of her, so captivated by this man, it's a tormenting yet arousing thought. I find myself craving the moment when I can return to my chats with her, knowing that she's been naughty, has been engaging with him. It's a delicious torment, one that leaves me aching for more.
