I stare into his eyes, deep and with intent. I don’t want him just ‘hard’, that banal descriptor of any old erection. No, I want more. Much, much more.
I want his veins to pulsate and engorge with blood, as if it were a ventricle of his very heart. I want heat, thick and visible, to radiate from his organ, as if it were smoldering lava from the depths of Pompeii. And I want his body pale and depleted of redness, as every last erythrocyte rushes to fill and overload that singular rod of pleasure.
I want his eyes open, but unseeing. I want his body exposed, but unfeeling. I want his mind conscious, but unthinking. I want ‘him’ to be nothing more than that searing pulsation wrapped so gently around my rosy lips. I want the entirety of his being to exist in, and only in, his organ.
And that, despite clamorous protests of torture, is why I so delicately kiss his tip. That is why I tease, to the brink of insanity.
I think, in the end, this is what most subs into T&D want… to become unhinged, aroused to the point of panting helplessly, unable to think clearly. Later, we’ll look back and realized we loved every moment of it, but at the time our brain is too fuzzed with the frantic imperative to please-oh-please let us cum!
If someone brings me to that moment and beyond, then (when I regain my senses) I will fantasize about them for the rest of my days, even if… maybe especially if… she doesn’t let me cum at the end of it all.