it’s so cute that you think you’re going to dominate me. Is it because you’re a stone top? is it because you’re butch? and people have always treated you that way huh. I can tell that deep down you’re sick of always being the one to make the first move, making all the decisions. It gets boring after a while.
you won’t see it coming. you’d never guess based on the way I look. I look soft, like all the women you like, i look nice. your parents would like me. you’ll probably think I’m just being playful at first, when I push myself onto your lap, when your head is firmly pushed into the back of my headboard. You’ll laugh softly in my ear and push me right back. It’s only when we’re pressed forehead to forehead as i sit on your lap with your strap inside of me that i’ll tell you you’re not allowed to touch me until I say so. We’ve established boundaries are important, no? I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t like either, don’t worry, I don’t need to. It’s not necessary.
I know you’re not used to it, though. You’re always the one doing all the touching. It’s ok, i’ll restrain your hands if you can’t behave yourself. I know you can, though, because you’re so good, always good. Just sit back and watch as I use your strap like my personal sex toy, it might as well be suction cupped to my floor, for all i care. I love how desperate you look under me, though, knowing you can’t put your calloused hands on my soft hips and control the pace, knowing you can’t grab my boobs as they bounce in your face. I bet it’s like torture, huh. I can’t help it, your frustrated groans are like music to my ears. I can’t help but giggle at the blush on your face, its spreading all the way to your ears. It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone you’re not as tough as you look. Is this all it takes? To break down your tough exterior? A femme bouncing on your strap? Some pretty moans? The sound my wet pussy makes every time I grind down onto you? It’s so easy. Touch me once and i’ll stop moving, I’ll take my shirt off the floor, and we’ll just have to try again next time.
After I cum twice I’ll let you hold a vibrator to my clit. I’ll get up and get it, though, you’re still not allowed to do anything but lay there. You look pretty good like that, helpless and flushed in my bed, I have to take a second to stand over you and admire it. I know your hand is shaking because you want to touch me so badly, don’t worry, it only adds to the sensation. Only after I cum 3 times will I finally whisper in your ear that you can put your hands on me. It’ll be short lived, though, I’m too sensitive now, and much more interested in kneeling over you and seeing how far I can put your strap down my throat. I know you can feel the pressure pushing into your clit as it hits the inside of my cheek, the back of my throat, even through the fabric of your underwear. Touching you any more than this isn’t necessary to make you shake and beg me to keep going. Only when my jaw hurts will I climb back on top of you and let you really fuck me the way you want to, with your hands gripping my hips so hard it feels like they’ll be bruised in the morning. I want to shove my tongue back in your mouth while it’s covered in my own wetness, freshly licked off the silicone. I bet my eyes rolling back in my head will make you think you’re in control again, like you usually are, but you’re the one who’s boxers are soaked. It’s okay, i’ll let you think that, as a reward for being such a good boy.
