wishing I could endlessly tease a good boy's cock right now. make it into a leaky, precome-dripping mess, throbbing and desperate.

wish I had a guy to send risque pictures to while he's at work, to get him all worked up while he thinks of me. thinking of how he'd struggle to hide and suppress his aching erection, wishing he could touch but knowing now isn't the time, he has to wait... but maybe just one more squeeze wouldn't hurt.

thinking of how, later, I could tease his cock through the fabric of his pants, feeling it twitch beneath my hand. gasps, breathless half-spoken words begging, pleading for more. unable to decide if more torturous, slow teasing or no touching at all would be preferable, he'd just resort to a string of words on repeat: "please, please, please..."

cock flushed with want, leaking, I'd slowly guide it out of the fabric of his pants and tease along the head with my mouth. gentle, soft touches, tongue swiping along with infuriatingly light pressure.

I'd move to sit across his stomach facing his cock, pinning his hips to the bed with my own as his desperation makes him unable to further control his squirming. holding down his wrists, I'd move his hands so they're gripping my thighs as I move to fully touch his aching, weeping cock. so sensitive, now, even these gentle strokes, swirls of my hand along his length, thumb brushing along the tip, have him hurtling towards the edge...

I haven't decided if I'd let him finish, yet, in this hypothetical scenario. what do you think? :)