So, maybe it’s not orgasm denial. He’s now moved on to withholding his cock. Is that even a thing?!?!
Where did I leave off? Oh yes, two days ago. After it had been over 24 hours since my last orgasm. And he told me not to masturbate… no touching my clit, no vibrators and dildos. Small miracle that he let me keep my buttplugs. He knows better than to take those away. My buttplugs have been with me longer than he has.
I was good all day yesterday. I didn’t masturbate. I didn’t bust out my toy box. Just went about my day as per usual, albeit horny as fuck.
There were moments when I considered cheating… maybe I could use one of my largest buttplugs as a dildo. That wouldn’t be breaking the rules, right? Or maybe go old school and do a load of laundry just so I could sit on the washing machine as it vibrates?
Mundane day to day activities started feeling oddly arousing. Who knew that feeling the vibrations of a running snowblower could make me wet? Or potholes? Never been happier to see my tax dollars not in use.
4:30pm, he gets home from work. Earlier than usual, but who am I to complain? Kids are out of the house at their extracurriculars. Nope, he has a conference call he has to take. Locks himself in the office. I run outside (IN SUB ZERO TEMPS) to flash him from the window. I’m sure the people on his zoom call could hear the clink of my butt plug against the window. He laughs. Things are feeling like they’re getting back to normal.
I run upstairs to take a quick shower and wait for him to finish his call. He finishes, comes upstairs. I’m expecting him to jump in the shower, but nope. He dives straight for my pussy. And starts to tease me. I’m grinding all over his face. He continues to take his sweet time. He finally starts sucking on my clit, increasing in intensity until I finally gush all over his face.
One would think that an orgasm would take the edge off, right? Nope, made me even hornier. I started crawling all over him, begging for his cock. Nope. Denied. He went back downstairs to finish dinner. I went to get the kids.
I thought maybe we’d fuck before bed. He took a quick shower, gave me a long backrub and kissed me goodnight and went to sleep.
Woke up this morning. Still horny as fuck. Last time I had his cock in me was on Valentine’s Day. Four fucking days ago. I want to ride him so bad. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.
One does not simply go from having sex 2-3 times a day to one short encounter in the evening. One should not mess with a hypersexual woman in perimenopause.
At least I get my buttplugs. I’ve been plugging so long that I usually don’t get wet anymore. Well, not the case this morning. [The aftermath](https://i.imgur.com/a/wRI5IrI.jpg) was so impressive I had to take a pic.
He’s gonna break me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lmqa0y/still_cant_figure_out_my_maybestillvanilla
I’m starting to feel invested in these stories now. I hope the next episode doesn’t end in a cliffhanger too lol