Bear and I haven’t had the opportunity to meet since mid march, but we still talk almost daily.
Last night I was feeling particularly needing and decided to cyber play with Bear. As usual he was perfect, he thrilled me with his words and delighted me with his actions. He told me how he would touch me, and where he would caress me, when he types those words I can almost feel his fingers on my body.
The way he describes touching my clit, rubbing and swirling his finger around the very tip, the way he explains in great detail always turns me on, always gets me excited. Often gets me to the point where if I don’t change the subject I feel like I will spontaneously orgasm. ( I wonder if that’s possible !)
He took me to a point of high arousal and kept me their, with intimate descriptions, how his tongue would circle my nipple, how his finger would caress my button, how he would explore my inner recesses. He would let me down til my feelings eased then take me back up there again.
After almost 2 hours of sexual teasing, Bear took me close, held me there then announced it was bed time! I was delighted, but gutted.
It’s hard to describe the pleasure I get from this area of our relationship, to know that the only person who will give me relief is Bear, to know that he will keep me in that state of excitement for as long as it pleases him, to know that no matter how many times I beg for him to stop, or to continue, Bear will do exactly what Bear wants.
The feeling I get, the buzz, the delight, doesn’t fade…. In fact, if Bear comes back for more, my body reacts instantly.
Bear sent me to bed last night, achy and horny and extremely wet.
I called him this morning on the way to work, I am required to call him in the mornings when I get in my car, and we speak for most of my journey.
This morning Bear decided to discuss sexual things, knowing of course that it would invoke a response from down there, and he was right, within a few short miles I was squirming on my car seat.
Bear is always careful when I am driving, he never takes things so far as to be dangerous, but he drops things into the conversation that excite me in ways I have never known before.
At lunch we spoke again, 30 mins of intensive, descriptive narrative about how his tongue will stroke my clit, how he will use it to circle and lick my most intimate parts. How he will place pegs on my erect nipples and pin me to the wall before pressing his fingers into my dampness and taking me to the edge of orgasm until he is ready to allow me release.
I returned to work damp and breathing hard! He loves to keep me horny, he says he likes to have me so excited that I will do or say anything to persuade him to allow me my release. He finds it amusing that I will agree to thinks that I would not normally agree too for the chance of release. He rarely makes me do those things I agree too, but he likes to tease me that I agreed to them.
On the journey home, Bear continued the torment. I pulled up in a suitable safe place and we talked for about 20 minutes. My sexual excitement grew as Bear described pinning me down and sucking on my nipples, using my body in the most delicious and delightful ways, how he would touch me, torment me, how he would show me his excitement by placing his erection in my mouth, but deny me the pleasure of sucking or licking it.
How he would place his stiffness on my lips and rub it there but not slip inside. How he would allow me to suck his manhood but not allow me the gift of his release.
How he would take what he wanted, because I belong to him.
He tells me how he will tell me to fight my orgasm, how disappointed he will be if I climax without permission, how my pussy is his for his pleasure alone, and how my pleasure is not important, but just a fortunate by product of his desire to use me. I adore it when he says those things, it’s like a match to a rocket, it sets me straight off.
