Tease and denial phone sex makes my pussy so creamy. Let me tell you why. Guys are cute when they’re frustrated. Especially the ones who think they’re in control — confident, cocky, all charm until I tilt my head, bite my lip, and say, “Not yet.” That’s the fun part. The slow burn. The ache I let them feel. Tease and denial? It’s an art. And baby, I’m a masterpiece. I like knowing he’s checking his phone, rereading my last message. I want him wondering if I meant it when I said, “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you…” Let him what? Oh, I never say. That’s the game — I give just enough to light the fire, then walk away and let it smolder.
He’ll call me a flirt. A brat. A siren. He’ll tell me I drive him crazy. And I’ll giggle and say, “Good,” because I do. I don’t give in just because he’s begging — in fact, that’s usually when I pull away the most. I want his thoughts tangled up in me. I want him distracted at work, restless in bed, replaying my voice in his head like it’s a song he can’t turn off. Sometimes I’ll show up looking like temptation itself — short skirt, glossy lips, perfume that lingers long after I’ve left. I’ll lean in close, whisper something dangerous, then sashay off without a kiss. And he’ll be wrecked. Just how I like it. And I know he wants so much more, and he is willing to do anything for even the hint of a little physical contact with me.
It’s not about being cruel — I like the dance. The thrill. The knowing. I won’t break his heart… I’ll stretch it, twist it, make it beg. His balls, however, will be blue AF and aching. Yummy! And maybe, I’ll let him have a taste. Eventually. If he earns it during our tease and denial phone sex call. Call me at 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Tamra.