How To Get Me Wet

Threaten to leave me.

Get real angry at me.

Tell me you don’t want to fuck me.

I’ll begin my striptease then. The stockings with the cut out stirrups are already on. I just happen to not be wearing underwear. I’m dripping so each hip pop glides right over. Holding my tits at attention, nipples piqued. Gyrating in your view like I’m competing for my life, interviewing for the biggest job, proving my worth.

I liked to have to prove it.

This was when I had spontaneous desire. Spontaneous as in combustible. Insatiable. Love bombing then leave me, I’ll die from the heartbreak desire. That stuff feels incredible. Horny on a dime is a life force, and I romanticize it, even though it was running and ruining my life. 

Now I have someone who listens to me. Values my input. Wants to cosign decisions. Which is amazing. But since I do a lot of planning, assigning, giving directions in my everyday life, when it comes to sex, I don’t want to have to say anything. I want my mind to relax, my thoughts to float away, and for my partner to take total and complete control of my body. 

My horniness now is much more often responsive. Meaning, I need to be simmered and brought to boiling point. These instructions are for how to do *that*

72 hours before:

Pause when we pass each other in the hallway and deeply kiss my neck from behind. Make it a long one, and while you’re there, wrap your hand around and rest it on my thigh. Give me a long look as I shake off the tingles you created.

48 hours before:

See me in my PJs, my work from home attire, or the leggings I put on for the gym. Check out my ass, let your eyes roam me up and down. Say something like, “damn, baby, you look so good.”

Maybe an ass smack or grab as you walk away.

24 hours before:

Orchestrate a moment to let me know you want me. See above for inspiration. But this time, I want to feel it. Do the neck kiss from behind after looking me up and down, and then linger—press your body against mine so I can feel you hard for me. Whisper in my ear, “I want to make you cum tomorrow.”

Some people think that scheduling sex isn’t sexy, but the least sexy thing is…not having sex. Everyday is busy with work and social stuff, having something on the calendar means we’re going to carve out time for it. 

So yeah, at this point, send me a calendar invite for sex tomorrow.

In order for me to feel desire, I need to feel desired. I need to know that you are so fucking horny for me, that you need to get it on the calendar. That you’re getting distracted from work thinking about the amount of cum you’re going to unleash on my tits. That you can’t wait to watch me cum, over and over and over again, and only then, will you finally cum yourself.

The calendar alert pings and my nipples contract. You tell me to take off all my clothes and lie down on my back. The cool air makes me feel exposed and tense, but in a good way, the suspense is working on me. You crawl over me on the bed, with your underwear still on. And kiss the length from my neck, down, down, down, all the way to my feet. On your way back up you hover over my pussy, but don’t kiss me there. Instead, come up to my face and kiss me on the mouth, deeply. Then whisper for me to turn over.

Now use your hands to warm me, massage my neck, shoulders, lower back, and dip down to my ass every few rounds. Then go lower to my thighs. Lotion, yes. I want things to flow. Slip, like silk, like your fingers now, going higher from my thighs, slipping into my cheeks, teasing, giving my pussy just the thought of them, just the notion of what they could do to me. My clit, and further, when you use your fingers in me.

Switch from lotion to lube.

And when I say lube, I mean Lube baby, more lube, the lube should be dripping out of your palm. I want my pussy swimming in it, so slippery your cock is going to miss, so wet you can’t tell where I end and you begin. How to get me wet? Lube and an epic tease.

Now that your hands are dripping, dip into where you’ve been skirting. Run your knuckles up my thighs and now let your fingers graze my pussy. Grace my pussy with their presence. No penetration, just the flick of a finger on the lips, like you’re kissing her with your fingers, lightly, butterfly kisses. When I start to squirm you’re getting closer. Use your palm to cup my whole pussy, and release by trailing a finger all along my crack. At this point, come up to kiss my neck again and tell me to flip over.

Now I’m on my back, wet and ready. So you’re going to use your eyes on me, let them look me up and down, observing, appreciating, and tell me how sexy I am. How much you want to fuck me. Make me shift a little under your observation. I’m going to draw you toward me, as a way to hide, shift the focus. Don’t let me.

Start massaging my tits, leaning down to lick my nipples, flicking your tongue over them, then giving them sloppy kisses. Worship my tits, and tell me to touch myself while you do. Grab my favorite vibrator and turn it on. Tell me to get ready for you.

Slowly kiss down my stomach to my hips and settle between my legs. Take a moment to observe, use your fingers to lift my lips and expose my clit, and then use your full tongue to lap at my clit. Use a lot of spit and work your tongue until I arch my back and say, “please.” That’s when you put one finger in me, slow and smooth, work me until you can easily slip in another. Keep your tongue going and your two fingers pumping and curl them back towards you to hit my G spot. Like that. Listen to me and feel me squeeze your fingers. Let my hip rolls dictate your pace and movement. Don’t stop. Enjoy the distance we’ve gone in 72 hours. Think of how much further we can go.

I’m wet now if you followed instructions. You can improvise from here.