I have to admit that one of my favorite forms or torment or sexual torture is to tease.  I love being a cock tease. I love making you breathless and panting and then leaving you wanting more. It’s such a huge thrill.

And the best part? Watching your eyes glow with desire, your face flush with lust, all while knowing I hold the power to satisfy all your deepest fantasies. It’s an intoxicating feeling, to be the one in control, to make you crave for my attention, my touch.

But it’s not just the thrill of it all that keeps me coming back. It’s also the way you look at me. That burning intensity, the hunger in your eyes… it’s a drug. I can’t get enough of it. And I know you can’t either. You’ll come back for more, begging for another taste, or another touch.  Begging me to allow you to stroke for me.

Sometimes, I even play a little game with myself. I’ll tease you for hours, driving you wild with desire, only to disappear without a trace. I’ll leave behind nothing but empty promises, your mind reeling with unfulfilled desires. Perhaps it’s the guilty pleasure of perpetuating your agony that fuels me, the knowledge that I can make your heart race and your mind wander to shocking places. It’s like being invisible, like having a secret that only the two of us share; the forbidden satisfaction of taunting you with what you can’t have. After all, what is more erotic and alluring than a woman who is not just beautiful and sexy, but has the power to wield these over you as well?

And then there are those rare moments when the lines blur and the torment turns into something more intimate. I can see the desperation in your eyes, the longing for just a second of physical connection, a touch, a kiss. I can feel the tension in the air, the sexual electricity that seems to vibrate between us.

But I never give in so easily. After all, the thrill is in the chase, in the pursuit of forbidden desire. It’s the denial that keeps you craving more, that makes you beg for my attention. And with each passing moment, the anticipation grows, and the intensity builds. The hunger in your eyes intensifies, becoming a burning desire that can no longer be ignored. It becomes impossible to resist, and the tension between us finally snaps.

It’s then that I take that first step towards you, my eyes locked on yours, a knowing smile playing on my lips. There’s a mixture of fear and excitement in my gaze, the realization that this moment you’ve been longing for has finally arrived.

My hands reach out to cup your face, my fingers gently tracing the curves of your cheekbones, sending shivers down your spine. I lean in closer, the distance between us shrinking until our lips are just a breath away.

And then, I pull away. Just as you think they’re about to taste the sweet fruits of desire, I deny you once more. The disappointment is palpable, but it’s also a thrill. I love the game, the power dynamics, and the unspoken contracts that exist between us. I can see the confusion in your eyes as you try to read my next move, to understand my motivations.  I know I’m playing with fire, but the rush of it, the adrenaline, is intoxicating. It’s not just about control; it’s the dance, the push and pull, the way our bodies communicate on a deeper, more primal level. Sometimes, the teasing becomes too much for you. You become desperate, pleading for a taste of what I’m offering. It’s in those moments that I shock you.  Giving in, by taking you against your will, in a flurry of passion and need. But it’s never an act of surrender. It’s a contract, an agreement that we’ve both entered into, a game of power and submission, of dominance and desire. It’s the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, and the game of cat and mouse that keeps us coming back for more.