haversackers:

simmer-until:

I can tell I’m near the tipping point. I’m on the edge. When she bites my lip, I fear I might start spilling over. She teases my whole body except for my untouched erection. No grasps. No strokes. Not even a finger wiggling on my magic spot.

Experience shows that constraints are necessary around the two week mark. I locked myself back into my Contender last night. She toyed with me on the couch, verbally and physically. I was grateful that I was caged, but definitely frustrated. I was seriously regretting my decision to not let an accidental spill happen by caging my needy cock.

Denial isn’t in her vocabulary. She thinks of me as fruit. I’m sweeter with time. She’s letting me ripen. I get juicy and plump.

“She’s letting me ripen.”  I’m going to have to show this to CH.  She’ll love it.

Source: Keep Calm And Eat My Cookie