A Game Of Control
Between denim and desire, we find release not in skin against skin, but in the power of making each other surrender through touch alone.
I loved teasing him, not just with words, but with my body, my touch, and my knowing smiles. I thrived on watching his reactions, the flash of surprise, the undeniable arousal, the moment he surrendered to what I was doing to him. This teasing formed our language, our connection. What excited me most was the physical teasing, watching him struggle between desire and restraint as I pushed him past his limits. I loved kissi...