A New Year’s Tease

I kissed with my eyes open.

Partially confused, I wondered what the next move of his lips and tongue will be. Trying to anticipate his actions didn’t work and I am left feeling disappointed he doesn’t try to taste my throat or swallow my tongue. As we part, his attention remains transfixed on me. I am his if I let him have me.

My curves are graced by his adoring hands, he rubbed my crotch as if reading my mind, making me wet, drenched with the guarantee of being satisfied. If I allow it.

Then he sits back down, insistent I sit on his lap even though his legs are slightly parted. I feel his bulge welcoming me; its presence arouses me further until I nearly want what he wants. I resist. I only want teased, this time.

His attempts at worshiping my bare ass prove fruitless; I control this game. He pouts but still pets me through my layer of clothing. Perhaps he is trying to entice me through his handiwork, I think; nevertheless I relish in it and glean all the enjoyment I can get from his rubbing. I’ve missed foreign hands.

Once we get up for the last time he stands behind me, pressing my ass against him. I imagine we are grinding to an imaginary song we both hear. He whispers into the nape of my neck as he cups my breasts. I ignore his plea and reel in arousal.

He glorifies my body, heralding it for the beauty that it is. But I won’t let him see me exposed just yet. While he may perceive this delay as suffering, I much prefer this slow, agonizing path to heightened pain and reward.

Nothing like bringing in the new year with a kiss. And a tease. xoxo

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