Tell me I'm good

Slowly. Not too fast. Enjoy the embarrassment. Let it flutter in the pit of your stomach. Pull it over your head, leave it all exposed for me...

Just sit in this for a second. God, how perfect. Skin getting hot, the neediness just growing. Squirming where you sit a little. What's that you're thinking? It's too embarrassing?

No, it's not. Not yet. You're going to make it worse first.

Take your hands and lay them on your sides. Slowly rub upwards. Slower. Look at yourself doing this. Such careful, warm touching. What if someone saw you like this, feeling yourself up for me? You'd like to be caught by someone willing to use it against you, wouldn't you?

Ha! You clenched your thighs. You're aching for more, and the tension lower down just gives you away. That sucks. We're only playing with your tits for now.

Don't touch your nipples. I'll let you know when you're allowed. Keep sliding your hands up, lightly, warmly, feeling the friction. Go up passed them. Cup your upper chest. Squeeze a little, like you're watching someone handsy, someone like me, give you a little grab. Bounce your whole chest by pushing and jiggling, not too harsh.

Watch your skin and body and hands move. Feel your mouth fall open a little for breath. If you're thinking, "I look stupid," good, it's hot when you're embarrassed. Look stupid for me. If you're so horny, you don't even know what you're thinking, that's even better.

Trail your fingers down, towards your nipples, but don't touch them. Just lightly trace around them. Around and around and around, slower than you like it. Imagine it's me teasing you if you really need. I'd be giggling in your face for how desperate you're getting. Feigning like this next circle will spiral to those sensitive centers and not doing it, just to see if you huff or shiver or whine.

Go on, stare down at your own touch, rubbing without crossing over. Tension piling up in you. Flexing your core or thighs or glutes, wherever arousal builds. So needy, and it's only getting worse.

Now just brush over your nipples with your fingertips, as light as possible to still feel it. Hold your body still, stay upright, don't lose control now, not from one little flick. Now brush up over them, back down, up, down. Keep going, don't go too fast. I want you to want more. Up, down. You could give yourself more at any point, but you won't. You want me to make you tease yourself.

How cute. Does it ache more below, like the nerves are starting to fire together? Are your nipples stiffening? Maybe you're just squirming and clenching, from watching yourself fondle and rub your own body. Good, so perfect.

Rub a little faster, a little harder. Let your thumbs flick back and forth over them until it's almost too much, but don't overstimulate yourself. Build up the sensation, not all at once. Ride the cusp of tickling and teasing, maybe pinching and pulling gently. Ratchet up the intensity. That's it. I want that ache to sharpen and grow, get heavier.

Squeeze your nipples, between forefinger and thumb. As lightly painful as possible. Gently, slowly, pull if you need more. But not too much. I want you to want more. Hold it. Still.

Hold it.

Until your breath shortens, your body clenches. Think about how ridiculous you look, how good it feels to look ridiculous. The edge of humiliation and arousal, ache and want and need, sensitive and desperate, all at once.

Go just longer than you really want to.

And let go. Stroke them lightly, immediately, right now. Sensitive, aren't they? Keep touching them, take advantage of that sensitivity. Keep shifting and clenching your core and legs, I'm not telling you how to take care of that arousal this time. Just how to tease your nipples. Sit in that tight, aching need, while your fingers tease, maybe rubbing or circling or pinching or pulling, tapping and tracing or slowing down or pushing in. Whatever it takes, draw out your own reactions even longer.

And that's it. Lay your hands flat over them, warm palms over your nipples. Gently rub your hands over yourself, going around your chest. Soft and teasing, sweet, full caressing. Like being petted slowly, for doing so well. Let it all sink in deeper.