Orgasm Denial

7 04 2009

Not fun. I mean. Sorta not fun. Or really fun. Depends.

While fucking today, X decided he would toy with me. Nothing new there. It’s X, that’s what he does. I was unbelievably horny today, like the kind of horny where your skin crawls and you just physically need a hard cock inside of you. (Maybe that’s just a me thing…..) I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was basically begging him to fuck me all day. He’s been in a meh sort of mood and just generally not interested in sex. Which is cool with me. Except for days like today. When it’s not just me being horny. It’s something I need, and if I don’t get I feel like I will go crazy. Pathetic. I know. But oh well.

We went back to his appartment to hang out for a while. He turns on the Tv and I go use the bathroom. I’m not expecting sex. I’ll beg but I’ll never pressure him into it. I just make it VERY known that I want him. I exit the bathroom and crawl under the covers with him, assuming it was time for a nap.

It wasn’t. He had stripped down to his boxers and once I was under the covers with him, he pushed his semi-hard cock into my hand and told me if I wanted him, I’d have to prove it to him.

No questions asked, I went down on him. If you read my blog I think you’ve got an inkling about how much I love the feel of his cock in my mouth…………. but again, that’s a post for another day. After much teasing and licking and sucking he tells me I’ve still not proven I want him because I’d go down on any guy with a nice dick because I’m a cockslut. Honestly, at this point I’m turned on but feeling bratty. So I roll on my back and say meh. I’m done working.

And like a charm he rolls over and is on top of me in seconds. A few more and my legs are pressed to my chin and he’s inside me. I don’t know what it is, but once I learned to let go during sex? It takes me like 3 or 4 minutes to orgasm if he has me in the right position. Legs up? Yeah. That works. Really well.

So I’m getting closer and closer to cumming and just as I’m about to reach the peak of no return: HE STOPS. And grins. I pout. And he keeps fucking me. Closer. Closer. Closer. STOP. GAH. Closer. Closer. STOP. OMG. He just keeps laughed and he has this shit eating grin on his faceĀ  as he tells me he needs a reason to let me orgasm. I just glare. And he fucks me again. But then stops.

I’m getting annoyed. I tell him because I want to cum. He fucks me then stops. Not good enough.

I tell him because he knows he loves to make me cum. He fucks me then stops. Nope.

I tell him because I’ll make him cum. He fucks me hard…….then stops. Try again.

I tell him I’m going to kill him if he doesn’t. There’s a whine to my voice now. He fucks me then stops. Still not good enough.

I’m getting desperate at this point. I’m begging. I’m pleading. I just want release and he won’t give it to me. He takes pleasure out of my pain. Because that’s what it’s become. My nerves are so on edge that each thrust is a terrible, wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure. I’m full out begging now, pathetic. I’m telling him I’ll do anything, just please don’t stop. Please. He keeps stopping. Over and over again he lets me get close, then stops. I’ve begun to lose coherency. Words are spilling from my lips and I’m not really sure what I’m saying. It’s like a hostage pleading with her captor. I’ll say anything to have him let me go.

And finally, he does. With a feral glint in his eyes he fucks me hard. He doesn’t stop or slow when the first, powerful orgasm rips through my body. I can barely breath. It feels beyond amazing. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, growling when I move my legs, not realizing that it was involuntary on my part. When I raise my wrists to his thighs, he grabs them harshly and pins them to the bed.

I honestly don’t know how many times I came before he flipped me over. But I was flushed and sweating, but he wasn’t close to being done with me. Grabbing my hips and forcing my face into the mattress, he fucked me hard. No orgasm denial here because he was working towards his own.

When he finally got close, he pulled out and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum on my back.

And again, I just collapsed against the bed until he came back from the bathroom to clean me up.

My verdict on orgasm denial? Can I say I love it but if X ever does it again it might be bad? Not kidding when I say I almost went INSANE when he wouldn’t let me cum………


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8 04 2009
Jonathan

that comment about wanting a cock so bad inside you….one of my flings years ago used to say the exact same thing. So you’re not the only one who feels that.

Wow I get the sense that you’re conflicted about this….enjoyed it, yes….but at the same time it sounds like this is an easy way to anger the gods (i.e. you!). Its probably fun up to a point…but severely frustrating in other ways. What will you do next time indeed?

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