Sweeter Dreams
Dream about it! You’ve wanted this all your life. As you lay there, face up and naked on your back, She slowly lowers her fabulous round derriere upon your worshipful face. And she uses those nimble, long-fingered hands to distribute her soft ebony woman-flesh over your straining lips and nose. There now: goddess has taken you to a quite place of peace and contentedness, a place outside of time and space. And this is a place where you have just enough, but not too much air to breath as she pleasures your straining man-flesh with her well-oiled ever-so-gently stroking fingers – trained fingers. . . fingers that never slip and never allow you to flow over the edge into a release you don’t even want anymore because this blessed goddess pleasure feels so totally good and soul satisfying.
You know it won’t last long this time, but what other choice did you have? After all, you have agreed to complete honesty, and also to help her find the quickest, most powerful methods to rule over you and draw you ever deeper into her realm. And so you told her. Told her how her clock seemed so mechanically pitiless and cruel, and how you didn’t want to even subconsciously hold it against her when your time was over and she had to end her silky strokes of Teasing & Denial. It’s different for others, you suppose, others who will come and then go, but when the subject male is to be denied release, there is no ultimate point at which he’s ready to get up and go home because just so long as the oily, gliding pleasure continues, that is just exactly how long he will lay there on his back, lost in ecstasy and dreams.
So you asked her to settle her fabulous round bottom down over your face when the time runs out, sit on you and grant you continuing teasing pleasure for as long as you can hold that one last breath. This way, when you can’t hold out any longer and you must exhale, it will be your own doing that brings the session to an end and sends you on your way.
And as you are struggling now as you lay on the offering table, straining against her hands and battling to hold your breath; and you are so aware of her cotton panties, contrasting the feel of her silky soft female thigh flesh. And yes, goddess does smell sweet and you wish you just had more time to savor her yummy female scent and trace it back to the source.
You head strains wildly now, attempting to twist and turn, and you make a little grunting sound as you realize you can last but a few more seconds like this. You know your time is up, but you also know that next time, goddess is going to lay you on your back on her floor mat and take her Queenly place upon your face and once again allow you to experience the heavenly touch and scent of freshly-washed cotton panties and newly bathed flesh. Suddenly, your long-held breath escapes in a sudden, windy gasp. . .
