birthday bonk

control gives you wings

she was playing games. she knew it, she acknowledged it. she knew it was necessary. for a long time she'd been having conversations about how intimacy with him was all one sided. all about him and what he was going to get out of it. rarely about her needs, her wants, her desires. no matter how often the conversation. it was a dead end situation, one that needed some twist on getting a resolution. previously she'd say it's not good enough, you need to stop trying for 4th base when by-passing 1, 2 and 3. then a situation like this would arise, special occasion, a couple of drinks, he'd think he's in like flynn. he'd be thinking sex is on the cards whether he puts in the work or not coz it's his birthday. he wouldn't put in the work. her organism and turn on would be up to her. he'd not play a part in it, no matter how often the conversation. no matter how many times she held back until he picked up his game, stating that she wouldn't put up with it, give in or give him what he wanted. not this time. this time was different and the occasion and drinks would not make her bow down. putting on a sexy outfit she grabbed the oil, dripped it onto her hand and touched herself to climax. he tried to touch and participate and she refused his advances. watch and learn she advised. he was turned on and a bit miffed at the same time. this wasn't what he wanted. he wanted in. after she drips oil on his erection and strokes him with her hand. at first he's ok until he realizes he's not 'in' and won't be 'in'. silently she grins to herself knowing that this is not what he wants, also knowing he doesn't give her what she wants, no matter how often the conversation (and he refuses to acknowledge it), so too bad. stiff shit. deal with it buddy. and watch and learn!