I’ve been trying to have an orgasm through nipple stimulation alone for some time now, but I wasn’t able to get one. I got close, but just couldn’t go over the edge.
For the last week I’ve tried denying myself any orgasm unless it happened through nipple play. I also denied myself any pussy stimulation, and only allowed breast and nipple play.
This was really hard as I’m very sexual and usually masturbate every night.
Days of nipple play without orgasm and without pussy stimulation were starting to effect me. I was always thinking about sex and the cum, I was going to sleep horny and waking up horny, and I got turned on all the time. I often had a dampness in my pussy from the arousal.
After a week of focused nipple play, I decided to be a bit more relaxed about things.
I had a nice long bath, then applied moisturiser to my whole body. I put down a soft thick towel, and relaxed in bed. I started reading some erotic stories to get me in the mood, but didn’t touch myself just yet.
Once I was fully aroused and my clit was hard, I started listening to some sexual based audio and began to lightly caress my breasts. My nipples were already erect and sensitive, and I took time to enjoy how they felt.
As I got more into it I continued to apply different pressures, from soft caresses to firm squeezes. I started to focus more on my nipples – pinching, pulling, flicking, teasing.
I could feel the wetness start to form in my pussy, and my clit was fully erect, begging to be played with, but I ignored it.
I got myself to the edge, like I’ve done so many times. It feels so good to be right on that edge of pure pleasure but not quite getting it, but it also feels like a terrible torture.
I continued teasing my nipples as I rode that edge, my clit so swollen, my pussy dripping.
On previous nights I’ve often given up or got too tired, but last night I had all the time I wanted, so I took my time and enjoyed the torturous edging.
I was breathing hard, eyes tight shut, and I realised it was about to happen. The familiar throb of my clit, the clenching of my pussy, the signs of an incoming orgasm so desperately needed. It was slower than a clitoral orgasm, and it seemed like time slowed down as the wave of pleasure took hold.
But when it did take hold it was more intense than I’d hoped for, seeming to start from my pussy and spread through my whole body. My pussy was contracting hard, my clit was pulsing, I’m certain I squirted a little too.
It seemed to last longer than other orgasms I’ve had, and the feelings slowly died down until I was left catching my breath. My whole body seemed to be quivering and I felt in utter orgasmic bliss.
It took a few minutes to regain myself and get cleaned up.
It was the best orgasm I’ve experienced, and I had such a deep sleep afterwards.