When you think about it, teasing is really a very detail-oriented approach to sexuality. From the position of the teasee, you’re a victim of imagery and sensation; you become fixated on a voice, a gesture, a touch, on the way her skirt rides up when she bends like that so you can almost see the gusset of her panties between her thighs.
There’s a sort of decadent helplessness to it – but you’re not helpless, you’re being lured. It’s silky lingerie over domination. It’s a dance, with steps forward and back, in a pattern… You might run, you can back away, but you are always, always drawn back. It’s a dance, definitely a tango. It’s about power and the art of the chase (as performed backwards and in high heels).
Everyone loves a tease.
Not everyone loves the uncertainty of the outcome, but oh, we all love the process, the suggestion and flirtation and even the slow eventual torture. Being drawn (or pushed) so close to the edge and then pulled back, hard – and again, and again, until we shiver and can’t form words – we all love that.
Control over another’s ability to lose control.
This is why the ends of my pens are frequently wet (as am I). They keep finding their way to my mouth, drawn over my lips, popped inside to wet the end and then rubbed against my parted lower lip in that way that might be vacant and might be very sexual, with a silk-thin strand of saliva that could easily be cum connecting my pen and my lip as I pull it away.
Teasing is about imagination, and being intimately aware of the filthy minds of others. It’s about activating them.
Sucking on the end of a pen is easy to do absentmindedly, and easy for the casual eye see as lewd. Tracing your lips with a pen is hard to do by accident, much more sensual, and much easier to brush off as innocent – unless you’re a dirty-minded pervert.
The way I’m stroking this railing pole? Rubbing it? Innocent. It’s just a touch. There’s nothing in my body language or facial expression to suggest I know how obscene this is, how easily my jacking and rubbing and stroking… and… and squeezing… could translate to the shaft of a cock. And rubbing my palm over the “head” of the railing? Just wiping some rust off my hand.
It’s only when my hand grips the bannister cleanly that I dare to look up at you, and smile, and put a hint of mischief and temptation into my eyes.
I know what you were thinking.
(Oh, and the pool cue? Do I even need to say it?)
If you’re into visual teasing and stockings or pantyhose, check out the sexy pic of the day from OnlyTease:
You’ll find their pic of the day thumbnails permanently featured at the bottom of my right sidebar. Every picture tells a story… Consider it inspiration. (I did.)