So for some reason, today I thought back to a few years ago when I finally got a female friend of mine to call me up for some phone fun. I'm a compulsive masturbator and sexlessly married, she's divorced and has three kids, we are both super-busy people. So, it took awhile to be able to get the privacy time just right. When I answered her call, I was kind of tentative, not knowing where she would want to go with it, but she started right off asking me what I was wearing, if my dick was hard yet and did I have it in or out of my pants. Was I stroking it, because first she had things she wanted me to do before I got too far along and came.
She led me through a beautiful tease and denial workout, making me stop stroking, asking me to tell her if my dick was throbbing, even having me slap it around - and always telling me to imagine it was her there totally controlling my lust. That I would do exactly as she directed.
As you can imagine, I was in heaven. But then as I really got myself worked up over a half-hour of her urging, almost to the point of no return, I told her I might not be able to stop, that I was almost cumming. Ans she switched up then and said, "That's it, make a mess for me. Pound your little dick and make a great big mess for me... let it squirt out, make a BIG mess..."
I don't know what it was, but hearing her instruction to "make a mess" was deeply erotic for me ... somehow something I had longed to hear a woman say ... and I began to spurt rapidly onto my belly, stroking my cock to the base and jetting. She very thoroughly urged me along and drained me.When I sighed at the end, she told me to scoop it up on my fingers and lick it off.
She told me later that she is not naturally dominant, and it was hard work for her. So we kind of drifted away from that part of our friendship after that one time.
This was several years ago, but the phone call just popped into my head today for some strange reason, and I have had a soft hard-on most of the day, other than the times when I have massaged it a bit to make it firm up nicely. Just riding along the edge all day and teasing and denying myself, the way I have liked women to do my whole life, if I could find willing ones. I'm still relying on my hand for my releases, am still in love with my wife but sexlessly - but after this memory, I'm wondering, because I still have contact with my friend now and then. But it has been a long time. Maybe I could ask her if she would like some pictures of the results of my memory, whenever I do release this building pressure. Hmmm... I wonder...