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.
It’s intoxicating.
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.
Pervert.
(Oh, and the pool cue? Do I even need to say it?)
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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.)
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And you are ever the sweet tease….
Delightful post my dear.
I think you hit it right on the head. I love the tease as well – specifically when I’m the one being teased!
Re-write of the web post:
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 – you’re being lured. It’s a glimpse, a hint a taste to tease. A seductive 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 hypnotizing, addictive. It’s about power and the art of the chase as performed with a skirt, hose and 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 so close to the edge– and again, and again, until we surrender and are captured by the visual enticement,– we all love that. Control over another’s ability to lose control. Women who know how to sue a skirt can control a man. They can tempt him to look, and hold his attention. It’s intoxicating. A man maytry to resist, but if the girl is skillful, she will lure him in. If she is too bold too fast, shows too much, her victim will not be ashamed to look. He will boldly stare. However, if she teases, he is not sure she is allowing glimpses or accidentally letting hi see. He must dance to her tune. She controls the steps. She controls the pace. She controls him. Teasing is about imagination, and being intimately aware of the weak and vulnerable minds of men. It’s about activating his natural response. Tempt him, tease him lure him to look. Look again and again. Soon he will be captivated by her legs. Recrossing or posing is a sexy position is easy to do absentmindedly, and easy for the casual male eye see as lewd. Recrossing, foot and relaxing of the knees are easy to do by ‘accident’ much more sensual, and much easier to brush off as innocent – unless you’re a dirty-minded male. The way I sit? Innocent. It’s just a pose. There’s nothing in my body language or facial expression to suggest I know how obscene this is, how easily my recrossing an parting my knees slightly could translate to inviting staring up my skirt. It’s only when my victim id hypnotized and can’t look away that I look up at you, and smile, and put a hint of mischief and temptation into my eyes. By then, I know I have you. I have control, and you know it too. From here, I can take you anywhere I want. I can take you into seduction, punishment female domination. I can teach you too respect a woman and submit to pleasing me in ways that I enjoy. They may humiliate you, nut that only enhances my pleasure. You are my slave not, just because you could not resist the tempting glimpse up my skirt.
I will make you kiss everything I let you see, and more. I will expose your male erection and use a little oil to make you helpless. You will submit to me. I have control.
I like your take on teasing, especially that last part.