A little over a year ago, I made a certain someone cum by being the sauciest little brat possible. And looking at this picture brings back fond memories of that evening.
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Sweetheart should’ve learned by now. There was no such thing as privacy.
Pretty hasn’t been out to play lately.
I should really make a resolution about that.
“Oh, I was young, then, and I walked in my body like a queen.” – Lee Smith, Fair and Tender Ladies.
I already know you consent, so let’s make something clear.
If you flinch, I will stop. If you push back, I will stop. If you move away, I will stop.
If you stay still, I will continue.
It’s not that complicated.
It’s always so simple. Until I start squirming.
I have this terrible tendency to bargain and make offers I can’t possibly give when I just really, really want to orgasm.
One of the first times Craftsmate messed around with edging me, he worked me up to such a point that I literally started spewing offers. I’d be so good, I said. I’d suck his cock, I’d be so, so sweet to him.
He started laughing when I actually offered him money. I’d never really give him money to cum, but I get so wrapped up in it sometimes that this stuff just sort of comes out. I have such a one-track mind when I need to cum that it’s ridiculous.
Sometimes, he provokes it. He asks what I’d be willing to do for it, what I would be willing to put myself through. And, often he’ll shake his head or click his tongue and tell me that he knows it’s a promise I can’t keep.
And so he stops, gathers up my wetness on his fingers, and makes me lick it off, all the while smiling down at me.
“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.” – George Orwell, 1984.
That guy from my frat and I have a sort of banter going on, explains my friend. We’re interesting to watch, sometimes in a funny way and sometimes in a slightly painful way. We don’t always go easy on each other.
Today, he sat down with some friends of mine and I and we proceeded to go at it with each other. There’s something about someone who comes so close to being able to outwit me that incredibly turns me on. Intelligence is terribly, terribly sexy. So is confidence.
When he left, one of my friends threw his hands up in the air and cried out in frustration, “would you two just fuck already?”
Guess what I’m stuck thinking about now.