I’m lying here, basking in the sun, feeling the warm breeze against my skin. The blue bikini top barely contains my tits, and I can feel the fabric rubbing against my nipples, sending little shocks of pleasure through my body. I’m propped up on my elbow, one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee, giving a tantalizing glimpse of my inner thigh. The guys around the pool are practically drooling, and I can’t help but smile at the power I hold over them.
Teasing Him with Other Men’s Desires
And there’s something about pointing out the guys I’d fuck that really gets him going. I can see it in his eyes, the way his cock strains against his shorts. He thinks he’s in control, but we both know who’s really calling the shots. I’m the one who decides when and where, and he’s just along for the ride. The thrill of it all, the danger, the excitement—it’s intoxicating. I love how he gets hard, how his breath catches when I whisper in his ear about the fantasies I have. It’s a game, and I’m the master. He’s my cuck, my bull, my everything. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.