Everyone plays games of one sort or another. Video games are generally regarded as the most popular these days. Board games and card games are not far off. But there are other games played on a daily basis all over this great wide world that most people do not even realize are being played. Mind games, if you will. Of course, the best mind games are the ones that leave a physical impact on the players. Well, on the victim, I should say. Men are usually the unwitting patsy in these games we women play. My personal favorite is tease and denial, of course.
Being a tease is second nature to most women. A low-cut garment, devastatingly high heels, or even some sheer stockings can be used to drive a man completely wild with little to no effort. I know with a little lipstick, the top three buttons open on my blouse, and some fishnets under my mini skirt, I have gotten many a stare from potential would-be suitors. It is so adorable, really. Men can not help but follow me with their eyes any place I go, undressing me in their minds. But little do they know that it would be the other way around. Clothed female, naked male is not just a fetish for me; it is a way of life that I usually follow. Of course, there can be exceptions, but those are not on the table for discussion today.
I have taken a male back to my place more than once if they had something I was looking for. Oh, even in a cock teasing session, there has to be something I want. Be it a look, a smile, his hair, his smell… it could be virtually anything that strikes my fancy. They can be a little older and wiser, or young, dumb, and full of cum. I do not really care, as long as they have something redeemable to make it worth my time to tease the ever living daylights out of them.
Once I have them back at my place, I like to put on some soft music. I light a candle or two and dim the lights. These small touches set the mood for a sensual evening. Then some wine or champagne on the couch, either in front of my large window over looking the city or in front of the fireplace with a roaring fire, depending on the season and the temperature. A few drinks in, and inhibitions begin to fall away. Almost always, he will go in for the kiss, and almost always, I will turn away and let him plant his lips on my neck. I do not want to make out with him, you see. But I will let out a few faked moans, make him think he is turning me on. This is a lie, of course, but I will get turned on soon enough. Being a cock tease is simply delicious.
I take his kissing my neck for a few more moments, laying the moans on thick of course. After all, I need to make him think he is contributing. Then, I put my hands on his chest and push him back slowly, and give him a smile to let him know that the plans for tonight are already in my head, and he needs to lay back and enjoy. Usually I remove his shirt, either by slowly unbuttoning each button and running my hands over his exposed chest, or pulling it over his head, stopping when it acts as a blindfold and placing my lips on his exposed nipple. Either way, the half sigh, half moan is where I begin to get a little juicy.
By this point, I know they are putty in my hands. I pick myself up off the couch and slide onto their laps. The familiar slight groan as I place all one hundred pounds of me on them as they shift to get comfortable again is amusing. But they are also trying to hide their erections, much like the ones you, my reader, have now. I generally take hold of it through their pants which gets them even more excited. And then I smile, get close to them. And tell them I am done.
Oh, did you think you were going to have a satisfactory climax to this story? Sorry, the only one who gets a climax is me! You, on the other hand, are completely denied an orgasm.
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