Aww what a waste! All you guys out there, reading my stories, playing with yourselves as you imagine being one of the characters, stroking your delicious cocks. I'm here all alone, not a cock in sight. Its my second favorite past time, right after writing this stuff, playtime with a cock. Doesn't anybody want to join me?
Let me describe a typical movie night at home with me:
I like to sit on a nice comfy couch with a man, watching a good movie, my hand resting gently on his lap. I'm in my little boxer shorts and tank top and he's wearing just a pair of sleep pants. While I'm all curled up in his arms I start to lightly caress his balls. Then raking my fingernails up and down the shaft, I can feel the stiffness, as his lovely cock starts to twitch a bit. I like it when men play with my breasts, rolling my nipples around between thumb and forefinger. I could have my breasts massaged for hours and never grow tired of it. Once a man's prick is hard, I pull it out of that cute little opening in the front of his pants, allowing more room for me to play. I insist he keep watching the movie, as I use both hands to tease him, one hand massaging his balls, a little more forcefully this time. Not hurting! Just a bit more pressure, more kneading. I love rolling them around, feeling the shape, the size, knowing how delicate they are, but I'm careful. Just enough pressure to feel good.
My other hand is now busy stroking the shaft up and down, up and down, and as he starts to squirm, I tell him to never mind, just pay attention to the movie, or I'm going to stop! He knows I will, so he watches the TV. I've lost track of the plot, I only want to keep playing with my favorite toy. I squeeze the shaft harder, and I begin to pump him a little faster. I never cease playing with the balls, I love the little guys!
Oh wait! Is that some moisture I see at the tip of his penis? I wonder what that could be? My nipples are getting pinched a little harder, but I don't object. In fact, I wish he'd pinch both at the same time. I wish he'd place his mouth on them and suck, bite down on them, mmmmmm, that would be nice. But no, I told him to ignore me and watch the movie. Now there's a little more liquid, and it looks tasty. I'm a bit parched anyway, so maybe I'll try it. As I lower my head to his lap, he starts to groan, but I admonish him again. Watch the movie, I demand. If he knows me well enough, he knows I'm serious, so he resists those animal urges that are building. He pretends to ignore me. I go back to playing, my head nearly in his lap, my face inches from the tip of his prick. Holding his cock with one hand, I point it at my mouth, and my tongue darts out, catching his watery dew. Mmmmm, I was right, delicious!