Posted: 2022-12-06 19:11:29
Edited: 2022-12-06 19:15:16
U wanted to read...dear one.
Here u have it.
Every word shared between them was to build that understanding of allowing desire to grow his cock.
He craved the hardness of his shaft...a thing of a past long ago. A thing he knew but, was not sure how he lost.
He craved to be hard and be able to live out that fantasy of, once again feeling that slip...that effortless slide into a warm receptive wetness of a willing woman.
Was it life? Was it the restrictions in his relationship at home?...was it that thing that he believed he was not a capable lover?
Or...as she told him...had he frightened himself into overthinking , over desiring, competence something else for him...his cock willing...and when the moment presented itself...stage fright.
3 months down the line and he loved where it was heading.
3 months down the line and his cock began to respond , a semi hardness showing itself.
It pleased him.
He listened to her. He heard her and tried very hard to grasp what she was telling him.
And in her rush to beat the upcoming storm, she forgot to pack the one item she needed the most.
Sending him a voicenote...."dear one...I forgot the ribbon. Could u maybe buy one on the way bfr we meet for our dinner?"
They dined.
She teased him about her pantiless situation.
His cock responded.
She queried about the ribbon.
He had bought one.
And at his apartment...he undressed her first.
She liked that...she noticed his hardness.
She restricted him from too much play with her.
She wanted him hungry.....on the sofa, legs sprawled...cock and balls on display for the restricted tie.
The ribbon to be wound in such a way emphasizing the tightness of his balls and the hardness of his cock.
She wanted him to understand the pleasure and patience of cockworship.
She did get him on that sofa and when he let go it was a fucking fountain of note shooting over his shoulder onto the sofa.
Exhausted...she fiddled to free his cock....smiling.
"We nearly there." She told him. "Soon we won't need that ribbon no more."
Who said "stage fright" was not reversable
RB.