aking you to the edge for the third time of the day might have seemed cruel to some. Letting you think I was going to let you cum. Counting you down in the way you’ve become accustomed, the way we both enjoy so much, before denying you that release.
I’m too soft, usually. After denying you at the last moment I usually immediately relent and set you off again, this time to a slightly bigger and better orgasm, enhanced by the brief denial.
Not today. Today I’ve decided to explore.
Today, you don’t get to touch any more. Not your nipples, not your clit and not your pussy or your ass. You don’t even question my decision.
You’re occupied for the next few hours, so it doesn’t build quickly. Until it’s suddenly there, the almost irresistible urge to touch. Taken for granted as a mindless, subconscious comfort; I’ve always known you to be constantly touching yourself. Not today.
Two hours later, and you’re resisting. Three hours, then four, and the need is growing.
You could hump something, of course. That doesn’t count. But you’re stubborn, and you’re wondering if that won’t just make it worse, especially without knowing how long I’ll deny you. Read more »