the art of the tease

The boy helped me to realize another fantasy the other night. It was one of the most erotic and exciting moments of my life, and I just had to share it with you.

Those of you who have been regulars around here know my curiousity with the tease. Particularly the slightly more structured world of “tease and denial”. Not that I believe in outright denial, per se – I like to think of it more as delayed orgasm. 🙂 While I don’t have much interest in outright topping, the idea of using all the tools at my disposal to keep a man at the edge of orgasm for as long as humanly possible and absolutely overload him with pleasure before finally letting him come is something that excites me outrageously.

I met him at the door in a little see-through navy blue satin nightie, short enough that it just barely covers my ass. I pulled off his clothes a little at a time between kisses, and then bent a little to tease his nipples with my tongue and lips. I moved back and forth between them for long minutes. Maybe ten. I don’t know. I lost count.

It didn’t take long before we were on the bed. I asked him to lie back while I ran my fingertips over him, the touch muffled by his boxers. His wicked, wicked fingertips kept running over my skin, trying to distract me. I grabbed his hand and told him I wanted to drive him crazy, and I wanted him to just lie back and enjoy it.

Gee, didn’t have to ask twice. 🙂

Once I removed his boxers and had all of his goodies laid out for me, I reached into the drawer beside the bed for a long strip of black satin. I held it between my hands and dangled a loop of satin between his balls, pulling up slightly to lift them with the satin, stroking every inch of his balls with it. I could feel him on edge, waiting for me to give him a firmer touch. But I delayed. I stroked the satin higher, running over his hard cock, avoiding the head, just this light satiny touch, no contact between us at all. I kept it up until his cock jerked, once, twice, and then ran the satin over his head. Buffing it softly, really, with the shiny fabric.

By this point he was squirming, asking me to touch him.

I obeyed. My fingertip, just one single fingertip, stroked over the length of him, swirling over the head. Count in another few minutes there. I loved feeling his cock jerk up against my fingers, wanting more.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and licked that sweet spot where head meets shaft. He moaned at the soft wet heat.

I asked him if I could try something a little more. And I pulled out another item from the drawer.

A slim, vibrating butt plug.

To my surprise and delight, he nodded.

I grabbed the lube, coating the plug and my fingers in the stuff. And then I said the most incredible thing to him: “Spread your legs.”

I teased around the edges of his ass with the plug, until he was pushing against me. I slid it in just a little, letting him feel it. It felt like I was fucking him with it. I cannot tell you how wet I was by this point!

Slowly, with long careful strokes, I eased the vibe a little deeper inside him until it was buried in him all the way. I teased his (by now steely) cock with my lubed fingers for a little before reaching down and turning on the vibrator to a low setting.

I thought he was going to go through the roof. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I told him I wanted to do this to him for a full hour. (More seemed cruel, given that it was our first time.) He groaned. Squirmed. And then agreed. Yay me!

I spent the next fifty minutes stroking him, teasing him with my fingers, switching to long slow pulls, massaging his balls, tapping against the plug with my fingers, and generally keeping him so close to orgasm that he said later his fingers ached from clutching the bedsheets for a solid hour.

It was the hottest thing that I’d ever watched. Watching him fight to get more pleasure, but also fight his own body to last the hour. Hearing his groans when I called out the time only to realize he had to keep going. Feeling his cock tighten and get those first little shimmery pulses that signal he’s almost ready to come. Watching him go crazy every time I gave him a long, slow stroke that slipped up and over the head with good, sweet pressure.

When he finally came, it was incredible for both of us.

I can’t wait to try it again.

There’s a second half to this story, which I’ll tell in a later post. Stay tuned…