Chatting with teases is a favourite pastime of mine... but during No Nut November... it's even more fun. Here in Australia, we're nearly onto day 7 of November, and my love of teasing, edging, blueballing and general frustration has been kicked up a gear. It always feels more intense when you wake up with throbbing morning wood, grind into a pillow for an hour or two before breakfast, but can't cum.

Anyway, I've had multiple teasing girls in my life, and that's how I became addicted to teasing. At the time I thought it was all innocent... now I know better.

One former colleague of mine would bend over and show a little too much cleavage at my desk, or allow a short skirt to ride up a little too high while she sat opposite me, cross-legged. I was oblivious and tried to look away.

I had another friend who would stay over at my place after drunken nights out. We'd share my bed. She'd remind me how safe she feels with me, that I'm such a good friend... but I'd still wake up to her sculped ass pushing right back against my thick, dribbling morning wood, fighting to escape my loose boxers. Somehow she always seemed to wake up after me...

And my ex-girlfriend used to leave for work very early. Once every few weeks, she'd come in, dressed in her office attire, and slurp my fat cock until it was standing at full attention, lovingly working my meat to the edge of orgasm and holding me there, expertly. Then, her alarm would go off, reminding her she needed to leave right at that minute to catch the train. She'd rush out the door, leaving me dripping with precum and churning blue balls to carry around all day. Just bad timing, I thought.

For a while, I was just naive.... but later on, I realised that I actually liked the frustration of being teased like this... maybe that's why they found me. Because now I realise that some women really like it, too!

If you're one of those women, I'd like to chat about it with you.