(F/m) Unabashed Cock Tease | 2016

Trigger warning: don't read this if you have a thin skin or issues with your sex life

I love giving my boyfriend blue balls. He did nothing wrong, and that's why I love it.

It happened months ago. Dead bedroom turned into a kink. I stopped sleeping with him. More than that, I found that I liked the idea of him not being satisfied. I noticed him paying attention to me in new ways, like he used to when we first started out. Maybe the whole thing was just trying to rekindle the old sparks. it turned into more.

One night, he was hard laying against me. I could feel him trying to slowly buck against me, to try to simulate himself against my warmth. I returned the favor. Slowly I moved my ass in response to his pushes, working it up and down against his hard cock. I could hear him grunt every time I responded, could feel him thinking that this was it, this was when he would end his stretch of celibacy. I reached behind me and thrust my hand through his boxers. He was practically dripping with cum already, his balls were warm and heavy against my palm. That's when the idea hit me, and this whole cruel plan germinated. The second he leaned in to kiss the back of my neck I released him, got up, and took a shower. Laid back down afterward like nothing had happened.

Every day I added a new torment. I used to sleep with a nightshirt and pajama bottoms. I went bottomless and no longer tried to lay away from him. He could push his cock as much as he wanted against me, feel how wet it made me, but I just acted unphased.

I started bending over in the living room to pick things up, lingering in that position for longer than I needed to. Skirts became my daily uniform, and you probably guessed I skipped the panties. How hard do you think he got seeing me bent over with my pussy spread wide and my ass jiggling? It makes me soaking wet just to think about it.

Of course he tried to talk about it, and I just brushed him off Every time. "I'm not feeling sexual" "I have a stomach ache" "You expect me to fuck after a hard days work?". It was wrong and unfair to him. But I had never felt more of a thrill in my entire life. Knowing someone wants you and can't have you. Knowing every day they think about being inside of you, cumming in you. I may be evil but I've never orgasmed like I did when I was teasing him. I could barely stop from touching myself, every time I saw him notice me I could feel my nipples tighten, feel the urge to run my hands down my body.

I started playing hard ball. Sleeping in the nude became usual. Walking out of the shower without a towel. Making sure I watched shows with sex scenes when we watched tv together. Draping my legs over him when we sat next to each other. And the big one. I never really shaved my pussy before, just keeping it trimmed. I shaved bare.

That was when I knew I broke him. He was watching television, and I came down in my usual skirt. I bent over, not even bothering with a pretext. My legs were spread in a v, and I slowly ran my fingers up my legs. In front of him I rubbed my bare pussy, not bothering to hold in my moans. He got up and unbuckled his pants, probably feeling that it was finally time. As soon as I heard the buckle hit the floor I stood up and turned back towards him, just saying "no". When I looked back I saw him stroking his cock mercilessly. Every pump of his hands his hips would arch. I left him there.

He started going into the bathroom for long periods of time, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why. I started touching myself wherever the thought took me. Next to him on the couch, late at night next to him in bed. It made me beyond turned on to know that every time he heard the low sound of my fingers rubbing against my wetness he couldn't help but think of how long it had been since I had wrapped myself around his dick.

I never did sleep with him again. We are broken up now, just recently, but that's another story. Remember this, though, to get you ready for it: you know the guy that you find your girlfriend always liking on Facebook, the funny co worker who she always tells you about, the one you find yourself vaguely nervous about whenever she mentions him? They are fucking. Guaranteed.

Sorry for the stream of consciousness writing, being creative has never been my strong suit and I have NEVER done anything like this. I'm sure later today I'll look back and wonder why the fuck I even did this. Maybe if this gets positive enough mention I'll try to tell you guys about the breakup in a better type of narrative.

Girls and guys pm me and tell you how it made you feel, what you did while reading it.

Would you bust on these lips?