[Bonus Turn On Tip: Feet might not excite you. But, what if your woman relaxes and gets horny when you give her a foot rub? That might be worth it, right? Check out what happens when a man knows what turns on his date.]
"You know, Murphy, this is all your fault."
Playfully Angel raked through his hair with her brightly painted red nails. A workaholic, she never took time for herself. The romance writers convention was in town and she was booked solid.
The fine specimen of a hockey player, naked at her feet, sensually and slowly massaged the perfectly curved arch of her foot with just the right pressure.
"My fault! What did I do?"
Angel cooed as his expert touch pressed out a day's worth of living. "You are the one who began talked me into writing my stories and sharing them on Literotica. You were my first real fan, Murphy!"
Pausing mid-stroke and looking up into her sparkling green eyes, "You are an excellent writer, Mistress."
Murphy learned quickly how much of a turn on it was for Angel to have just one ardent fan, someone to cheer her on and make her feel like she is special.
She trained him to recognize that first. Well, that was after he learned to take off his clothes when he came over. It felt awkward at first, to be naked when she was dressed. But now, Hockey Guy craved it.
[Bonus Turn On Tip: Every woman has her own turn ons and not one is the same. Every woman wants to feel special, even here on lit. To get a girl horny, you need to touch her emotions. See how Murphy helps Angel turn on.]
"When you touch my words, you touch my soul," Angel whispered absent-mindedly as he poured her a glass of her favorite smooth buttery chardonnay. She loved to make him go get things so she could see his beautiful body.
"Well, you are a loyal fan, Murphy. My fingers love writing a story with someone special in my mind. It feels ever so much more personal. It is like I am having a real date with the person in the story."
"And I am still shocked you picked me to be a star of a fantasy."
"Tell me how you really feel, All Star!" Giggling she tossed back the last of the wine.
"I mean it, what did I do that made you pick me?"
Replenishing her glass, he started massaging her left calf. A surge hit his crotch when her legs softened and opened slightly under his touch. Score, he thought to himself. It had taken him months to just shut up and listen to Angel.
"If you want me to get wet, you have to start at the body part the farthest away from Madame Pussé as possible. You do want to get me wet now don't you sweet Murphy?"
Gulping, Murph steadied himself as he bit the inside of his lip refusing to allow the surge of turn on energy that rocketed him to rock hard to distract him. He was focused on the rhythm of the strokes he knew were getting her wet.
Fuck this game. Denying himself this way with her was the toughest Tease and Deny challenge yet.
"Well, don't you?" Angel purred.
"You know I do." He managed to growl out between tensely clenched teeth. He tried his best to not think about the throbbing going on fully visible to her lusting glances. Aching with need he dug in deep.
Angel giggled. "Oh, my!" Gasping as he hit a tender spot in her ankle. Losing her breath for a moment she stopped talking and let him take care of her. Panting punctuated by little moans and giggles replaced her playful questions.
"Damn you are good." Angel trusted Murphy. He knew it and didn't take it lightly. He would never move on her. Until she begged. That was worth waiting for.
Angel opened up to Murphy one night and shocked him.
"My ex forced me to have sex with him when I was pregnant," she had shared under duress one night. She wouldn't let herself turn on and when he pressed her, the truth came out.
[Bonus Turn On Tip: This is how you can get close to a really strong woman. If she opens up and tells about something that upsets her. Listen. Comfort. I know doesn't seem sexy. It is to a woman. Try it. Text her *need a hug?]
"Even when turn on is doing its magic and I am really getting into it, some random thought can come and poof...the turn on disappears, and Murphy?"
"In case no one ever said so, I am really sorry that dick did that to you." Murphy hissed. "How could he ignore your tears?" Sitting taller on the stool and stretching his chest broadly, he reached up and took her hand, what is it Mistress?"
Up until now, Angel was not used to it when a man cared like Murphy did. That's why she loved them naked and vulnerable. It was the only way she felt safe.