I love to tease you.

There is something so reassuring about being able to bring you right to the brink, again and again. The control over your cock is heady, like good champagne. Effervescent and it makes me giggle every time. I love the way you squirm, the way you arch up into my touch, greedy for more. I could hold my hand just over your straining cock and watch you try to gain the lightest touch, whining and panting.

As much as I do love to tease you, I love watching you reach that edge even more.

One slightest touch could send you careening over into orgasmic bliss, but you exercise heroic restraint and simply refrain. Because I didn’t tell you you could cum for me. I haven’t given you permission, so you wait, even as that bliss sings in your body, even as you hoover right there at the edge of the precipice. I fucking love watching you when you’re on the edge of orgasm for me.

If I could, I’d keep you on edge constantly.

Can you imagine being so turned on, so horny, that at all times it would only take one look, one word from me to put you right back there on edge? One laugh, one throaty ‘hmmm’, and your cock would rise, anticipating glorious release. Oh, to be able to keep you like this for me. So attentive, so focused, so fucking horny for me!

But I know, all good things must climax eventually.

Just as roses fade into perfect rosy hips, and leaves fall in the autumn, even you must eventually loose your rampant erection and fall into exhausted sleep. That’s all part of the cycle. And that cycle must be followed, all of nature follows along in step. So you’ll cum for me, and you’ll rest. Tomorrow we can start all over again.

We can begin again in the morning, teasing you awake and denying you release.

For now.