Artistic Explosions and the Cock Ring "I wonder if this will cut off my circulation" I said to myself as I pulled up into the drive way. My regular client requested I wear a cock ring throughout the day so all of my tension and sexual frustration would be on full display as I exploded for her during my climax show. "The Right Touch" has become my most popular performance at parties and she wanted a very special tailor made private show all to herself. "Boxer briefs, yes all black, they are my favorite because they're nice and tight, cover just enough and hug all the right muscles and bulges". I loved how she said it, Southern Belle all the way. By this point the sun was setting but my bulge was rising and trying to break through the cock ring, it was as if all the energy in my body was trapped in my dick and cumming would set me free. I enjoyed house calls with "Georgia" due to her impeccable taste in art and her eccentric obsession with all things kink. "Georgia" owned and curated a gallery so the most amazing paintings would make their way into and through her home, she enjoyed describing the new ones to me over drinks before we would start our massage sessions. The passion in her words describing the depth of textures, vibrancy of the colors and inspiration behind each piece only revealed her nature as a lover, attentive and on fire. Her running joke was "You belong on all my walls King". She turned on some Sade, sat down in the living room, dimly lit with candles and sipped her Pinot Grigio . "I'm ready for my show, have you worn what I requested?" I started by unbuttoning my shirt, then unzipping my pants all the while removing more showed my tension and frustration pushing thru and the ring around me pushing every vessel raising every vein in my dick to the surface. I let my hand wander slowly across my chest, down my stomach teasing myself with my fingers just below the waistline of my boxers. I reached in and pulled out my fully erect..."Squeeze it for me" she said. I grabbed the shaft and squeezed all the energy into the head and started rubbing the other hand all over what felt like the only part of my body that existed. Every stroke, every squeeze, every slap brought me closer to the brink of explosion "have you held it all in for me?" "Yes" I replied She said "Show me, everywhere. Paint me" -King Read more
