Two stories

I'm more into writing spicy stories recently, so I give you not only one, but two today ... :) Tell me how you like my stories, in comments or via chat.

It's about stroking

I also made an audio file for this:

https://mega.nz/file/hf90yKLT#7vCR8gqZwaQn3o_rq8ly2ZK11xm5lsk2NRVMLt1Qxzw

If you wanna read it, here it goes:

I thought I’d share something very personal with you today. It’s my kink, I love doing it when I’m with a man. And I don’t even need to touch him for it.

It’s about stroking. My lovers, they are all hot and sweet, but: after some trial and error while dating over the last years, I now know best how I want to be touched. It’s not his fingers or his cock… Instead, I absolutely love being in control of his cock and telling him how to jerk it off.

I’m not sure why I love this so much. Maybe it’s because it feels like he’s performing just for me, showing off his body, being vulnerable. I love the way his muscles move when he’s pumping his shaft. Maybe it’s because he’s so exposed, completely helpless to my whims, following each command I give him.

I remember the first time I asked a guy to stroke for me. He was really surprised. He said he had never been asked that before and that he didn’t think he could cum like this. He was shy and hesitant at first but I told him what to do and how to do it. When he started touching himself, I watched in awe. It was so sexy. He seemed so into it. He was breathing harder and harder and his face became red. His strokes became faster and faster until he came.

When he was done, he thanked me, said that it was so hot to cum for me, to cum while I was watching him. He became one of my regular lovers. And when we were together, he always stroked for me. I loved the power it gave me over him.

After this first time, I tried it out with some other men. Most get frustrated, I can see it in their eyes. They want to touch me and don’t understand why I’m pushing them away. BUT: Many get so hooked! They become so obedient and sweet afterwards, often for weeks!

So for some time now, those men who like that I take control, they get their chance. Then I test their stamina and self control and whether they have what it takes to become one of my (few!) lovers. It’s a little game I play. I like it. It keeps the relationship interesting and fun. I never get bored of them. And it makes them try their best to be sweet and nice.

They get to see my body, touch it, make love to me, but only if they stroke for me first. I love to tease them with it. I let them think they can touch me, then push them away. Sometimes, I’m a bit cruel, telling them they are not good enough, that I will find someone else. That makes them desperate and eager to do whatever it takes to make me happy. But it’s all part of the game.

My favorite thing to do is to have them stroke while I watch. I will sit back, legs crossed, and look at him with a smile on my face. It’s so sexy, watching him work his shaft. I love how his eyes get hazy with lust, how his breathing becomes heavy and fast.

Sometimes, he will ask me to touch myself. I tell him “no, I’m in control”. He has to keep going. The longer he strokes, the more turned on I get. Sometimes, I tell him to slow down, sometimes to go faster. He listens eagerly, trying to make me happy.

When he’s close to coming, he will look at me with pleading eyes. I tell him not to come yet, to hold it back. He’s so close, but I make him wait. Then I slowly start touching myself, watching him stroke his cock. It drives him wild, seeing me touch myself while he’s doing the same. It never takes him long to shoot his load then.

Afterwards, he’s always exhausted but happy. He looks at me with such gratitude and admiration in his eyes. It makes me feel powerful and sexy and beautiful. I love this feeling, it’s such a turn on.

I’ve even tried it out on a few women and they love it too. It’s not only for men.

In my van on a hot summer day

reclined on the cozy bed of my camper van, a mischievous glint in my eye as I pulled out my phone. My fingers danced across the screen, composing a message to Jake - a guy I’d kept firmly in the friend zone for months. I'd invited him over to "hang out," knowing full well what I really wanted.

Jake's reply came swiftly, his eagerness palpable even through text. I smirked, already feeling the intoxicating rush of power. I adjusted my floral sundress, making sure it rode up just enough to tantalize. I sprawled out on my camper bed, feeling deliciously naughty in my flimsy sundress. Jake would be here any minute - poor, sweet, friendzoned Jake. 

When he arrived, I greeted him with a casual hug. "Hey stranger! Make yourself comfy," I said, patting the spot next to me on the bed. As Jake sat down, I noticed his eyes lingering on my bare legs.

"It's so hot in here," I complained, fanning myself dramatically. "This dress is sticking to me everywhere." I shifted, letting the hem ride up a bit higher.

Jake swallowed hard. "Yeah, it's pretty warm," he agreed, his voice a little strained.

I stretched languidly, letting my dress ride up just a bit more. "Mmm, I could really use something to cool me down," I mused, running my fingers along my collarbone.

Jake's eyes followed my movements, his breath catching. I could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to make sense of this sudden shift. "Valery, I thought... I mean, we've always been just friends..."

I smirked, enjoying his confusion. "Maybe I've been reconsidering that lately," I purred. "You've always been so good to me, Jake. So attentive."

His eyes widened, hope and disbelief warring in his expression. "But you never seemed interested before..."

I leaned in close, my lips nearly brushing his ear. "People change," I whispered. "And right now, I'm very interested in something only you can give me."

Jake shivered, his resolve clearly weakening. "What's that?" he asked, voice hoarse with anticipation.

My tongue darted out, flicking his earlobe teasingly. "A nice, long... lick," I breathed.

Jake groaned softly, his body tensing. I could practically see him rationalizing this sudden escalation - maybe I'd secretly wanted him all along, maybe he'd finally worn down my defenses, maybe this was his long-awaited reward for being such a good friend.

Little did he know, I was simply in the mood to play. And he was my favorite toy.

"Think you're up for the task?" I purred, fixing him with a smoldering gaze.

Slowly, I hiked up my dress, revealing my bare pussy. Jake's breath caught in his throat.

"Be a good boy and put that mouth to work," I purred, gently but firmly guiding his head between my thighs.

The first touch of his tongue sent shivers through me. "Mmm, that's it," I moaned, gripping his hair. "Lick my clit, just like that."

Jake's enthusiasm grew with each moan and gasp I let out. I ground against his face, my juices coating his chin. "Fuck, your tongue feels amazing," I groaned.

I could feel my orgasm building, my thighs starting to quiver. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," I demanded, pressing his face harder against my cunt.

As the pleasure peaked, I cried out, "That's it, make me cum all over that pretty face!" My back arched off the bed as waves of ecstasy crashed over me...

I collapsed back on the bed, my body still tingling from the intense orgasm Jake had given me. "Mmm, that was amazing," I purred, stretching languidly. I noticed Jake's expectant look and smirked. Poor guy probably thought this was going somewhere.

"Thanks for that, Jake," I said, patting the spot next to me. "Come here and cuddle with me for a bit."

Jake hesitated, his arousal evident. "But I thought... don't you want to...?"

I shook my head, my tone gentle but firm. "Nah, I'm good. This is perfect just as it is."

Reluctantly, Jake lay down beside me. I snuggled against him, enjoying his warmth without any intention of taking things further. "You're such a good friend," I murmured, knowing full well how those words would affect him.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I felt a little peckish. "Hey Jake," I said sweetly, "would you be a dear and grab me a snack from the kitchenette? I'm famished after all that... excitement."

Jake nodded, clearly still hoping this might lead somewhere. As he rummaged through the small fridge, I admired the view of his toned backside. It was fun having him at my beck and call like this.

"While you're up, could you also grab my book from the shelf?" I asked, making myself comfortable. "And maybe give me a little foot rub when you get back?"

As Jake returned with my requests, I couldn't help but feel a rush of power. Here he was, still in the friend zone, yet eager to please me in any way he could. I wiggled my toes in anticipation of the foot rub, already planning what other tasks I might have for my devoted friend.

"You're the best, Jake," I said with a wink, biting into the snack he'd brought. "What would I do without you?"

I watched Jake, his discomfort palpable. "You seem tense," I purred. "Why don't you take care of that?"

Jake's eyes widened, his face flushing crimson. "You mean...here? Now?"

I nodded, smirking. "Go on, I don't mind. Show me what you've got."

Jake hesitated, his hands trembling as he unzipped his pants. His average cock sprang free, already hard and glistening at the tip.

"That's it," I encouraged, settling back to watch. "Stroke it for me."

Jake's hand moved tentatively at first, his breath catching as he touched himself. I could see the conflicting emotions on his face - embarrassment warring with desperate arousal. His eyes darted between my face and his cock, seeking approval.

I watched Jake intently, enjoying his obvious discomfort. As he began stroking, his eyes darted nervously around the cramped trailer. I noticed his gaze lingering on my exposed thighs, then creeping up to my breasts, which were barely contained by my thin sundress. His face flushed deeper as he stole glances at my lips, my eyes.

"Like what you see?" I teased, arching my back slightly. Jake's hand moved faster in response, a soft moan escaping his lips.

I reveled in the power I held over him, knowing he was desperate for more than just this voyeuristic pleasure. Part of me was tempted to give in, to let him touch me properly. But no - this was much more fun.

As Jake's breathing grew ragged, I knew he was close. For a moment, I considered telling him to stop, leaving him achingly hard and desperate. The thought sent a thrill through me.

But then I pictured his cum splattering across my clean sheets or the floor of my trailer. Ugh. No way was I dealing with that mess.

"Quick, use the toilet," I commanded, pointing to the tiny bathroom.

Jake scrambled to obey, nearly tripping in his haste. I heard his muffled groan as he finished, smirking at the thought of him hunched awkwardly over the toilet.

As Jake emerged from the bathroom, flushed and disheveled, I felt a sudden rush of affection mixed with my lingering arousal. Poor guy had been so eager to please me, after all.

"Come here," I purred, beckoning him closer. Jake approached hesitantly, his eyes wide with hope and confusion.

I sat up, letting my sundress slip even further off my shoulder. "You've been such a good boy," I murmured, pulling him close. "I think you deserve a little reward."

Slowly, teasingly, I ran my fingers through his hair, guiding his face to the crook of my neck. "Breathe deep," I whispered. "I want you to remember my scent."

Jake inhaled shakily, his warm breath tickling my skin. I could feel him trembling as he breathed in my intoxicating aroma, committing it to memory.

Then, in a moment of heated impulse, I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was deep, passionate, filled with all the pent-up desire I'd been holding back. Jake moaned softly into my mouth, his hands hovering uncertainly at my waist.

Just as quickly as it began, I broke the kiss, leaving Jake looking dazed and breathless. "Now that's something to dream about," I teased, giving him a playful wink.

Gently but firmly, I guided him towards the door. "Sweet dreams, Jake," I murmured, blowing him one last kiss as I shut the door behind him.

Alone again, I collapsed back onto the bed, my heart racing. That final kiss had been more intense than I'd expected. But it was perfect - just enough to keep him hooked, always wanting more, while I maintained control.

I grinned to myself, already looking forward to our next "friendly" encounter. Poor Jake didn't stand a chance.

Kisses!

Val