Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Confessions of a teenage cocktease


I was a teenage cocktease. Don't hate me.

Early on, I discovered that men liked to look at me. Fortunately, when I was in high school miniskirts made a comeback, so I didn't have to wear those dreary calf-length skirts from the early 1980s. I like my breasts but they would never satisfy the monomaniac tit-man. But my legs...ahhhh...men love my legs. So I started dressing provocatively, although not, as my Mom said, like a slut. I also learned to flirt early and well.

I loved the attention. It didn't hurt that I was a cheerleader. So on game days, I would wear my outfit to class. The boys would literally twitch. I had a lot of dates, although they never went past heavy petting. Lots of my friends were hooking up and on the pill. But I was afraid and still pretty hung up from my upbringing. I also didn't want to end up pregnant and never get to college.

Older men noticed me. My father's friends paid me inordinate attention, listening to my callow opinions about politics and art and whatever. I realized the sexual flux, even if I didn't quite understand it. I wasn't above using it to get a favor. As I say, don't hate me. I left a lot of balls blue. One night my father took me out to dinner to celebrate my acceptance at a good college. I dressed to the nines in a little black dress, and he looked quite good in a suit. I realized the other diners thought I was his young mistress. What a trip.

I had an incomplete understanding of the connection of my actions and getting fucked, especially when I was in my teens. I got the link between male attention and the wet, warm achey feeling between my legs, the way my nipples would stand at attention. It was fun at a dance to feel the hard cocks pressing against me through the boys' trousers. Oh, making out, when a boy would stroke my inner thigh, I had a hard time putting his hand back to my knee. Later, alone in my bed, I would masturbate like crazy, feeling guilty all the time. I was also incredibly naive.

Once I caused a wreck. True story. I was walking downtown in a miniskirt, and saw this guy driving by oogling me. Then...bam! He smashed into the back of the car ahead of him. "Caution, professional cocktease, closed course!"

I grew up, lost my virginity and then some. I became a clothes horse and moved in sophisticated circles. But I still like to dress classy-sexy. I can still draw eyes at parties and make insecure wives flush with anger. And sometimes I remember times like the summer nights in college when I went without panties in a short skirt and shimmied up on a bar stool to let the men buy me drinks.

Sometimes it evens out. I don't look like I did even 10 years ago. Meanwhile, I know men who couldn't get a date when they were 20 but are now overflowing with desperate and desirable women.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are a very bad girl, Linda. I'm the kind of boy who desperately wanted to fuck you, who masturbated to your yearbook picture every night, and who stood absolutely no chance with you. Imagine all the jerk-off sperm you provoked, bad girl!

Pamela said...

I was far worse, Linda. I would actually message boy's cocks through their jeans, even pull them out and start jerking them off...then stop. It was a game to me. And they played eagerly. When I stopped and wanted to go home, they were about to BURST. Oh, wish I still had that power.
--Pamela

The Fellatrix said...

Great post! I have a feeling that your posts, are teasing more than a few cocks, even now . . .

wayne4441 said...

does Linda have a picture of herself that she can share with the group

padme amidala said...

I have to agree with the Fellatrix. I bet your teasing lots of cocks with your blog now. ;)
Great post!
BIG HUGS
padme amidala

Meghan said...

I'm a coed now, and must admit I like to tease. I like to be noticed. I haven't perfected the way to say no and not have men go away feeling crappy. Oh, well.

Woywegian said...

Good on you Meghan, blue balls didn't get a girls cunny licked till she screamed for more did it?

Anonymous said...

As a certified dirty old man, I've noticed there is an age where sweet young things are blatantly teasing and throughly enjoying themselves. Then they stop, probably having one scare too many or realizing they creating too much havoc.

Anonymous said...

I've had lots of boyfriends. I have been looking for the right one. My latest may just fit the bill. He is hung, really hung and so so horny all the time. Our private times are really steamy. I am always completely satisfied by his fingers, tongue or even his fervent dry humping. I went too far on our last date at the drive in movies. We were in the back seat, me naked, him in his boxer briefs. His tongue in my ass made me cum like a bitch in heat. Then he sat up on his knees and begged for me to help him. I hissed in disgust to let me see his problem as I yanked his briefs down. The elastic waist caught his crown causing his big beauty to snap up against his stomach. Then it started to leak. Shiny clear fluid flowed from his tip and ran off his sac onto my legs and bikini area. I said to stop but he then unleashed stream after stream of thick white globs which bounced off the car headliner and onto me from my neck to my puss. I instructed him if he ever wanted to see my panties again he better get busy licking up the mess he had made. Of course he lapped it up like it was the nectar of the gods. He has been calling and calling but I told him if he can't control himself I won't see him again. It's been 2wks and I am ready ,really ready to see him struggle. My parents are out of town this wkend so I think I'll invite him over for a little TV.

Anonymous said...

With my implants and all girl makeup, clothing... I more than pass. I love to make out, let them remove my bra, suck my tits. I love to pull their pants down and jack them til they squirm... then run away. It makes me so horny to leave them panting.

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