It all started in college, when I was dating several different jock-type guys, and I had one bad experience after another. All of them seemed to want only one thing! I know it's a cliche, and even though I was kind of expecting them to act like that, I was truly surprised at the extent to which these cocky guys would go to in order to have their way with me, so to speak.
The main reason I knew they might be like that was that I was fully aware of my well developed figure at that point, since I had already blossomed into quite an attractive young lady. I had long, wavy blonde-highlighted hair, and very cute exotic Barbie-doll facial features, with big, baby blue eyes and full pouty lips. I was already quite voluptuous but not overweight, with curvy hips, a round, plump ass and a small waist.
But my best feature was my chest - I already had a larger bust than most of the girls in my university. And by the time I was a sophomore, I was already getting all kinds of attention from boys, most of which I didn't know quite what to do with...yet...
Meanwhile, as I was dating some of the popular jocks in school, I also began getting attention from some of the less popular nerdy guys, and the way they treated me was very different. They were nervous and shy, and they didn't seem to know how to ask me out or make any kind of advances on me.
This behavior quickly started to have a certain appeal for me, especially in contrast to the way the jock-types were treating me. I liked the feelings of empowerment it afforded me, and it didn't take long before I discovered exactly how much power I had over these shy boys...
There was just something about taking control of my interpersonal relations with guys that excited me, and I found that the passive nature of these socially awkward guys provided a definite thrill for me. And with a little coaching from some of the older, more experienced girls in my school, I quickly learned how to act in a flirty and suggestive way, and the rest, as they say, is history...
It was during that time that I began to discover the pleasures of sexual teasing. As I got more and more fed up with the jocks trying to use me for their selfish needs, I began encouraging the shier boys to ask me out on dates. But when they did, I made it kind of...well, you know, hard on them, so to speak. And it didn't take long before I was instinctively playing lots of little games with them.
What kind of games, you ask? Well...I wasn't even fully aware of it and I didn't talk about it openly with any of these poor boys, but a pattern began to develop - basically, me playing hard to get at the same time as being very encouraging and suggestive with them. I didn't even realize exactly what I was doing, or how to put a name to it, but I knew one thing for sure - I liked it!
As I began to get more and more comfortable with the role I was playing, I also began sharing my encounters with other girls I knew, some of whom were already getting into more hardcore prick teasing. Some of them were being outright manipulative and deceptive, sometimes mean even, and that style of teasing just didn't hold much appeal for me.
But I listened and learned from their adventures, some of which started to really turn me on, and I began to incorporate some of their little tips and tricks into my own style of seduction and stimulation...
Now, as I think about it, I could dedicate an entire set of stories to all my teasing fun and games in college, and who knows, maybe I will!
But the particular encounter I'm about to describe happened a little later, when I was in my mid-20's, and by that time I had become quite the experienced little cock tease. I had also begun to see how teasing men could involve certain elements of mild female domination. The suggestion of sex, or just good old fashioned flirting was quickly becoming a simply delightful way to take control of a guy.
Yes indeed, I had learned exactly how to tantalize and titillate men, and after that I could use their arousal to make them do what I wanted...whatever I wanted, in fact!
I had remained friends with some of the girls I learned so much about prick teasing from, and the topic of being a tease had now started to become more openly discussed, not just between us girls, but also with some of my male friends. Instead of the derogatory definition of the term "cock tease", there was now a consensual agreement between interested sexual partners, one where teasing was the whole point of the encounter, and that was the only thing that was going to happen.
Imagine that - finding sex partners to NOT have sex with - why was it that the idea of that excited me to no end?
In any case, at one point I decided to go ahead and place an ad on a locally-based alternative sexuality website, announcing the fact that I was a very attractive dominant female with a particular interest in exploring cock teasing, and that I was looking for a passive/submissive male to play sexual games with.
I described myself perfectly as the typical guy's absolute busty blonde dream girl fantasy, but I also made it very clear that sex was NOT on the menu. What WAS on the menu was a very carefully controlled teasing scenario, orchestrated by me and only me, and that any sincere and truly interested guys should introduce themselves and express their desires.
