”Well, since you asked so nicely, let me think about it.” It might take a while though; I like to weigh my options.
Something is so damn sexy to Mr. Blog about a woman begging to cum. Holding it in. Slowing down. Tormenting her just a bit. Her edging for what feels like an eternity to her, and let’s be honest, me too.
A few minutes is torture.
Ten is downright mean. Twenty? Downright perfect.
Every 15 seconds she begs again. “Daddy, daddy, please let me cum?”
“Not yet, Kitten. Not yet. Hold it there. Just hold it.”
I’m getting hard just writing this.
The plea. The begging. I need to hear it. I need it ringing in my ears.
Beg. Beg for it. Need me. Need it. Need permission.
Then I release You.
“Cum, Kitten. For Daddy. Cum for me. Right now.”
60 seconds later your voice stops the relentless moans of uncontrollable “Oooooohhhhsss”.
5 minutes later your legs come back into orbit.
You are welcome, Kitten.
That orgasm was better, wasn’t it?
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