Teasing Before Dinner: A Cuckold’s Delight

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I remember the way she leaned against the bed, her hand resting lightly on her thigh, the other on her hip. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her form-fitting black dress. She was turned slightly, her gaze playful and inviting. The room was a mess of scattered pillows and clothing, a testament to our night of passion. But it was her words that truly captivated me. ‘I was thinking how I’d be even more worked up at dinner if you were to maybe lick me a little before we go?’ Her voice was a soft purr, laced with a promise of pleasure. It was a question, a tease, a challenge. And I was already imagining the taste of her, the feel of her skin beneath my tongue. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

Whispers of Desire

Her words hung in the air, a tantalizing promise. I could almost feel the softness of her skin, the way her body would respond to my touch. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for my response. The unmade bed, the scattered pillows, they all seemed to whisper secrets of our shared desires. Her dress, hugging her curves, was a silent invitation. The way she stood, confident and alluring, was a testament to her power over me. I was her willing servant, eager to please, to tease, to tantalize. Her words had set a fire within me, a fire that only she could quench.

The Art of Teasing: A Cuckold’s Delight

As I recall that moment, I can’t help but smile. The art of teasing, she mastered it with ease. Her words, her posture, her very presence was a symphony of seduction. The room, with its natural light and warm ambiance, was the perfect stage for her performance. And I, her devoted cuckold, was the lucky audience. Her words, ‘lick me a little,’ echoed in my mind, a sweet torment. The thought of her, worked up and eager, was almost too much to handle. But that was the beauty of it, the delicious agony of anticipation. And as I remember, I can’t help but wonder, what other delights did she have in store for me that night?

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