The answer is No.
No – you cannot touch.
And, No – you cannot cum.
As you read this piece, Miss, I need to warn you ahead of time that you will get wet.
If this is too much for you, I suggest you go read something less tempting.
But, I can promise you that all the willpower that you think you possess – it doesn’t make one bit of fuckin’ difference to me. It’s just a matter of time before I have you writhing, wet, leaning forward and backward, knees coming together as your mind becomes my playground.
I know you don’t have it in you to resist me and even if you did, you just cannot stand the idea of not knowing.
You see, I am the one with the pen and paper; you are the one with a slowly dampening vagina. Give it time. I’ll have you right where I want you at the end of these sentences. Trust me on that one. All those hot and sexy pieces you read from me that I wrote a year ago do not come close to the power I wield now over your delicate and weakened state.
Slowly yet surely, as each word I feed inside your body is absorbed by you, you are becoming my little puppet on a string. Don’t believe me? Good. I really love a challenge.
But I know the truth and I know you will be the one clenching your legs together pretty soon.
I am going to control you for a moment in time now. I don’t care who your man is or how much power you think you have.
I’ll weave my words inside you, penetrating you at my will, forcing you to sit forward, then backward, then clutch your legs together yet again, then hold them when I say so, touch yourself, rub your little kitty, press your feminine fingers against your clit and between your lips, and then I will bring you back full circle into the palm of my hand.
The worst part is that you want me to.
Arrogant as fuck though I might be, you have to admit it, Doll – you have never read anything like this in your life.
Now the worst part of it all is that I am a man you’d gladly succumb to if you only could. The more you know; the more you will clench up. The more you understand the story; the more you really want this one to come true.
So while your smartphone fills you up with my words like I’m holding you down and shoving them inside you through your pussy, I want you to picture that I am typing them out right now.
Really, envision it.
Because right now, Mr. Green Eyes is clicking away, as I wear a black pea coat, blue jeans, a navy blue button down, smirking my sinister grin through a beard I keep clean and long enough to ruffle your feathers when I grace your inner thighs with it.
Yes – I am already playing you like a fiddle, Miss.
So do me a favor and really dive deep into this one for me. I want you to stop what you are doing before you read this. If you are not alone then you better cease reading and come back to me when you are free to touch.
Because I want your body and I am not asking for permission.
Now as you sit there and wonder what is next, I want you to listen to me and listen close. I’m going to craft a fiction, except, it’s not really a fiction at all. In fact, it is very very real.
It is me – telling you – I expect you to touch.
It is me – telling you – I expect you to edge.
It is me – telling you – I expect you to NOT cum.
Not to wait. Not to find eventual release. Not to ultimately cum.
No. This time – it is to not cum at all.
Yes. I want you to rub that pussy into a frenzy, get right on the edge, stay there, come back, get even closer, keep rubbing, and riiiiiight when you are about to explode.
That is it. No release.
Are you with me? Do you agree?
Just kidding. Remember, I wasn’t asking for permission.
If you have not figured it out yet, I expect your fingers are already on your pussy. If they are not – then you have some catching up to do. So before you read the words that are under this image, you probably should touch yourself really good.
Does that kitchen look like a place you could have an experience in? Does it? Does it look like a place your fantasies could be fulfilled in? Are you there with me? Good. Carry on.
Let me paint a little picture for you, Miss Can’t Stay Away. And so this little story goes…
Arriving at Mary and Dick’s Airbnb just moments ago, your body and mind ached for the feeling of Mr. Blog for far too fuckin’ long now. Bored and lost and just at your wit’s end, you’ve clenched your legs up so many times in recent memory, each day making you ache more and more as you hear my voice through the sound of my pen.
So many times you touched; so many times you came.
But it was all just a bandaid to what you really needed. What you needed so badly, all along, was my passionate hand around your neck as you were kissed by me to make you feel it.
Walking through the door I look you right in the eyes and make a beeline for you, shoving you up against the wall and kissing you like you never knew a kiss could feel.
Instead of holding your cheek like in those old romantic movies, my palm encases your feminine neck and squeezes – and nothing in this world could feel more romantic to you.
“Why is this so right?”, you ask yourself.
The heavy breathing is just music for our fervor as my hand slides right down between your legs and I grab you by the meat your cunt and claim you like I fuckin’ mean it. I couldn’t be crawling out of my skin any more than I am at this moment I pull at your pussy; even as I write this I feel the hairs on my neck standing up in anticipation for the squeeze of your lips and the signal it sends to you.
Tossing you down I fuckin’ rip your pants off and show you the passion behind every goddamn word I’ve ever written through my mouth on your clit. Fingers shoved deep inside you and I never break my lips and tongue away from your pretty pink bean.
Orgasms flood you like a hundred-year storm and you remember what it feels like to had by a man who knows what the fuck he is doing and knows how to fuckin’ show you that he wants you.
Crumbling over and over you writhe for me and you see in my eyes that every goddamn word I type at this very fuckin’ moment is just a prediction of me putting myself in a situation where I can make you feel my fuckin’ want for you.
So as you read this, I need for you to fall apart and touch your goddamn pussy.
I need you to edge.
I need you to anticipate the moment spread your legs, stand over you, and shove my beautiful fuckin’ dick inside your beautiful fuckin’ pussy so that you can see – in my fuckin’ eyes – that I fuckin’ mean it.
As you touch…
Do not cum.
No. Definitely do not.
The Answer is No.