I dare you
I knew what he wanted but I wouldn't give it to him.
He carefully placed his hand under my blanket now, rubbing just the underside of my cheeks as I lay face down. I lazily but rhythmically stroked his bare cock with my left hand, making sure to take care when nearing the head---his favorite spot.
His hands grew warmer as he tried to spread me apart ever so lightly but I wouldn't give.
He kissed the side of my face and my hair...an almost pleading in their meaning.
I laid perfectly still except for the stroking.
I felt his leg intertwine between mine and he nudged my foot with his. I could feel him wriggling his fingers just on the edge of my womanhood.
I was definitely getting wet now but I still would not open my legs for him.
Why am I so willing to submit to my vanilla lovers? Is it because I want to see just how animalistic they can get when they can have what they want? Is it because I want them to not be afraid to have their way with me? Or is it because every lady likes to be man-handled every now and then and taking control is much harder sometimes than relinquishing it?
His fingers grew impatient and he started kneading my ass and patting it, as if he wanted to spank me but didn't trust himself to do so without my usual permission and begging. He traced the line in the middle of my ass then danced over each cheek with his fingertips.
I knew what he wanted. His cock starting oozing a small bit of pre-come into my hand.
He reached up from my ass and began playing with the side of my exposed breasts. If I was an engine he wanted to warm me up before taking the drive.
I kept stoking his cock.
"Come on," I thought. "Take me!" I said in my head.
His cock throbbed in my hand.
I knew he'd never be as aggressive as I wanted him to be because he loved me.
I stopped stroking.
He slowly edged back down to my ass taking time to survey my reaction.
I yawned, I stretched, I rolled over and smiled at him and then I got up and walked out of the room.
I knew what he wanted but I wouldn't give it to him the way he wanted because I loved him.
He carefully placed his hand under my blanket now, rubbing just the underside of my cheeks as I lay face down. I lazily but rhythmically stroked his bare cock with my left hand, making sure to take care when nearing the head---his favorite spot.
His hands grew warmer as he tried to spread me apart ever so lightly but I wouldn't give.
He kissed the side of my face and my hair...an almost pleading in their meaning.
I laid perfectly still except for the stroking.
I felt his leg intertwine between mine and he nudged my foot with his. I could feel him wriggling his fingers just on the edge of my womanhood.
I was definitely getting wet now but I still would not open my legs for him.
Why am I so willing to submit to my vanilla lovers? Is it because I want to see just how animalistic they can get when they can have what they want? Is it because I want them to not be afraid to have their way with me? Or is it because every lady likes to be man-handled every now and then and taking control is much harder sometimes than relinquishing it?
His fingers grew impatient and he started kneading my ass and patting it, as if he wanted to spank me but didn't trust himself to do so without my usual permission and begging. He traced the line in the middle of my ass then danced over each cheek with his fingertips.
I knew what he wanted. His cock starting oozing a small bit of pre-come into my hand.
He reached up from my ass and began playing with the side of my exposed breasts. If I was an engine he wanted to warm me up before taking the drive.
I kept stoking his cock.
"Come on," I thought. "Take me!" I said in my head.
His cock throbbed in my hand.
I knew he'd never be as aggressive as I wanted him to be because he loved me.
I stopped stroking.
He slowly edged back down to my ass taking time to survey my reaction.
I yawned, I stretched, I rolled over and smiled at him and then I got up and walked out of the room.
I knew what he wanted but I wouldn't give it to him the way he wanted because I loved him.
7 comments:
So evil and yet I liked it
One way you can have your pie and eat it too is to order him to take you the way you want under threat of not getting any for a long time if you don't end up fully pleased.
I'd be scared if my wife did that.
I've promised myself as a woman to never use sex as a bargaining chip in vanilla relationships. I've found that leads to resentment. Even playfully it's never really been my thing.
I apologize. Somehow I got the idea that this relationship was far beyond vanilla.
I will read more carefully in the future.
It's ok, no worries =)
Wow this was hot good for you, I'm happy you denied him. Wish it was me. This post got me so damn hard, but I let it stay that way. You totally rock
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