Wrapping things up

Hey all! I’m officially calling it quits on maintaining this Tumblr. Tumblr was a great home for a long while (I still really miss the old days here!), but I’ve long since moved on.

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I’m grateful to everyone who’s enjoyed my kinky, smutty stuff. And I’m still making tons of new stuff, so check out my more recent stories at one of those links above!

May your balls be blue and flat 🔵🔵💥

I want…

to edge him till every single muscle is taught, his cock couldn’t get any harder, his balls are right up inside him and he needs one more stroke to tip over into a delicious, mind blowing orgasm. Then I want to stop - gently squeeze his balls once and count till I see 2 months worth of pent up need literally dribble from his aching, solid, taught cock head. I will smile at his moan of pure frustration as he is milked with no enjoyment at all. The longer the count between that last squeeze and his release, the less pleasure he’ll get. Then I’ll lick it all up, move up his body and share his cum with him before he brings me to a shuddering orgasm with his tongue… Then we’ll sleep.

I watch. I watch as he takes his aching cock in his hands and uses gentle strokes to bring himself to the edge of what would be his first orgasm in 3 months. 93 days to be precise. I'm sitting next to him, running a finger over his sensitive balls, feeling them shrink into his body as it gets ready to shoot all of his pent up frustration from the tip of his pulsing, throbbing cock. "Stop". Poor boy, his face shows his pain - so much harder when it's your own hand you have to remove, to stop the basic human desire to relieve the ache, to continue the slow wanking sensation he's been used to since puberty. I lean in and kiss him, hard nipples grazing his chest. A long, deep kiss full of passion and promise and my hand moves down to take over his pleasure. He groans, I stroke firmly and watch for the signs he's close enough, it takes seconds! I stop. I sit back, slip my fingers into my pussy, so wet, thick musky juices flow over them as I push them in and out, teasing myself a little then I feed them to him. He licks my juices as if it's his life nectar and I use the wetness from me and his tongue to continue bringing him to the edge, over, and over, and over again. He's lost - no words can form, just groans and quiet growls, panting, his head moving side to side to side each time I stop him from cumming. I may have heard him beg... not hard enough though.

“Lemme keep edging the fuck out of you while you decide.”

Ball torture specialist. Could you ever deny her? How would you prefer her to drain your balls?

One of the simple reasons why I love making men go without cumming for periods of time is that I love a fat sack, so seeing their balls grow heavy and extra full of their unspent cum is just so aesthetically attractive to me. *swoons*

I love focusing my attention on fondling, licking, and sucking those balls, because I just love them, period. But then, in some instances, there’s the added fun of ignoring the cock — my mouth being so close to it, and yet...so far. I love having a mouthful of sack and looking up at them, giving them a reminder of where my mouth isn’t...and hearing their moans and whimpers from the mindfuck of it all.