After our last encounter I was feeling more… alive? Horny, dominant, slutty; I don’t even know how to put it into words. The mountain of sexual tension I was feeling in my body was second to the amount of chaotic, lustful deviant thoughts running through my mind. Leaving Sam wet and needy the way she had left me in our last couple encounters made me feel a thrill that I hadn’t felt in many years. Even after I left the library, still hard and leaking precum, I went back home and masturbated to the memory, learning how to ride the edge better and what muscles to tense when I was reaching the point of no return. I only had to wait a single day before Sam hit me up to come over and help her with yoga again and I was set on making sure that this session would be better than the last.
Author: Account4HornyStuff
No Nut November (How I learned to stop worrying and love blue balls) PART 3
I spent the next couple days feeling two things: defeated and desperately horny. When I went home I was uncomfortably hard and figured that maybe the best course of action would be to play with myself and find the staying power I needed to make sure I could satisfy Sam’s desires for having me be a good edgslut for the rest of the month. I lay back in my bed and relaxed replaying her tiny body flowing itself through the yoga movements and hearing the high pitched little girl voice speak lewdly to me. Holy shit, this was better not having her in front of me, not having the pressure to preform made it so much easier to come right to the edge and then pull back. I started understanding what she meant by controlling my breathing and flexing my muscles at the right time too. A whole hour I spent exploring how good it could feel to stay on the verge of orgasm but holding my self control and discipline to not stray over the edge. My balls still hurt, but with the right breathing the knot in my stomach was much less intense. I fell into a bit of a euphoric state it was nice to enjoy myself and it was nice to hold back, to have a larger goal than just busting my nut as quickly as possible and then cleaning up. I was holding on for her, this cute little fuckdoll who had me wrapped around her finger by virtue of being the first woman to pay attention to me in many moons. It made me hot thinking about how she was out of my league, it made me hot that she was still technically a teenager and our age gap was about a decade, and in made me insufferably aroused how she took the daddy daughter kink to the most insane depraved level possible. I was going to be better, and I was going to last longer for her, I was never going to cum again if that was what she desired.
No Nut November (How I learned to stop worrying and love blue balls) PART 2
Authors note: *This is my second installment and my second attempt at writing erotica. Any tips, critiques or complements genuinely welcomed. Our intrepid hero who has going back to college as an older student and trying to get back on the dating scene after years of depression and anxiety has been taken in by a younger and smaller minx who has decided to tease and deny him though-out the length of “No Nut November”*
As I left Sam’s apartment my balls were aching and my stomach felt like it had a ton of bricks weighing on it. I had to walk down the stairs slowly and deliberately simply from how tender my testicles felt. The pain in my gut and my nuts was nothing compared to the racing trains of thought in my head trying to decipher what had just happened to me. I hadn’t been laid in a couple years and was never really good with relationships or intimacy so just cuddling with a small pale cutie seemed like a good way to try and get back into the sexual world. But the way she took control, they way she knew that I was nervous and helpless, the way she used me and when she talked dirty just hearing those filthy words coming out of her mouth made me feel a certain kind of way. Just replaying what just happened as I walked back to my place made me hard again, not painful hard like in that bed with her but still hard to control. I had never really been serous about “No Nut November” but the way she controlled me and made me squirm while she kept me on edge and watching her joy at my helpless leaking cock made me want to be serious about it. Fuck. My balls hurt.
No Nut November (How I learned to stop worrying and love blue balls)
After our first coffee date which I felt when well she invited my over to her apartment off campus, which was small and rather drafty. I commented on how the place was a little chilly and she said, “well thats why I need a cuddle buddy like you” with a mischievous grin. She led me to her bed and we spooned together as she scrolled through netflix looking for something to watch. After years of being alone simply being able to hold her small frame loosely against me felt like heaven. ink too much, I’m to anxious to let go and get out of my shell when it comes to forming intimate relationships. None the less I decided to try my luck with dating apps to see if I could stave off the loneliness and skin starvation brought on my years of self imposed isolation and depression. New school year, new me, right?