February 3rd: Pre-cum

Two days ago, I had one of those restless, twitchy mornings where all I wanted to do was fuck. And fuck. And fuck. Unfortunately I was home alone, with no-one nearby who could come lend a hand, so I had no choice but to go back to bed and do something about it myself.

I took this photo after I’d been teasing and playing for about half an hour. My whole body felt almost painfully sensitive, and I’d reached a point where I knew that it would take me less than a minute to come, once I decided to give in and let go. I love that feeling – the anticipation and sweet torment of being so, so close, but forcing myself to wait – and I often want to hold onto it for as long as I can.

It’s one of the reasons why orgasm denial can be such a hot part of D/S play, especially with a partner who knows how (and for how long) to keep pushing that button. How to make me beg and writhe and thrust my hips, till it feels like I can’t take any more…then force me to wait just that little bit longer.

I can do some of that on my own, of course – I’m certainly pretty experienced when it comes to holding back, well past the point where my body really wants to come. It’s not quite the same though, and there are definitely things I can’t do by myself.

I can’t tie my own wrists to the bed and tease my arse with fingers and toys. I can’t whisper filth into my own ear as I slowly pump a lube-covered hand up and down my length. And I can’t bend down to flick fat drops of pre-cum off the slit of my cock, knowing that each one is bringing me closer and closer to the edge…