We hadn’t had sex in a week. I had no orgasms during that time, and neither did Boy Toy. I know because I asked him… We aren’t back to our old kinky selves so I was wondering if he’d been masturbating or not. Normally, he isn’t allowed unless I say he can. When I questioned him, he said he hadn’t had time, so I guess it’s not even because he’s following my old rules. But anyway, the point is, we both hadn’t come since last Sunday.

Our shower this morning should have been the perfect opportunity – we almost only have shower sex these days. But I didn’t quite feel like initiating, and by the time it started sort of looking like things might get steamy, I was feeling a bit dizzy for standing so long in the stream of hot water and I had to get out.

While he was rummaging in the kitchen, looking for something to eat for breakfast, I went downstairs to get dressed. Wrapped in my towel, I let myself fall on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It occured to me that he hadn’t gone down on me in quite a while. A shame, he’s so good at it. As I lay there, I started fantasizing about calling him downstairs, instructing him to lay flat on the bed, and simply sitting on his face. Get my candy, but none for him. He’d catch the hint and start to work, I felt sure. Yet I went on staring at the ceiling and remained silent. We haven’t exactly been sexual of late, things have even been a bit tense, on my end. Not to mention that he’s asked for a “break from kink”, so that game’s on pause. How would he react if I did something that could be seen as simply sexual, but could also be read as me giving him an order?

Finally, I plunged. I don’t want to be in a relationship where I’m afraid to approach my partner for sex… I called out his name. When he shouted “What?” from upstairs, I couldn’t back down anymore. I said “Come down here for a minute.” He joined me downstairs, saw me on the bed and asked me what I wanted. I patted the bed next to me. When he sat down, I told him to lie back, and I did exactly as I had fantasized. I put a knee on each side of his face and unceremoniously lowered my pussy on his mouth.

I had figured right: he got the hint and went to work. Suckling and licking, it felt wonderful. Have I mentioned that he’s very good at this? And the position, me practically sitting on his face, sort of forcing him to service me… Fucking hot. I looked down at him, saw the expression on his face and my arousal went up a notch. As I neared climax, I sat a little heavier on his mouth, grinding into him. My orgasm was intense.

Spent, I fell beside him. He pulled me to him, mentionning how this had turned him on. I would have none of it. “Not now”, I said. “But I want to come”, he whimpered.

I find it so hard to say no. Perhaps I’m not truly dominant, I just love to see him come, I enjoy pleasuring him. I love the tease too, though, so I held my ground. I got dressed again and started back upstairs.

And as I was leaving him sprawled there on the bed, excited but denied, I said: “Thanks for the orgasm!”