orgasm denial

Tenga Egg

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So for his birthday, I bought him tickets to see DevilDriver, booked a room in a hotel so we could have a proper night out and got him a set of Tenga Eggs.

We had a go with one of the eggs last night and it was AWESOME fun.  I cannot stress how amazing it was and the effect it had on him.  I had to hold him down at one point, he was wriggling so much.  I was able to hold him for ages and he was so exhausted afterward because the sensation was so intense.
Another awesome evening.

Stupid period

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Don’t get me wrong, I like getting my period.  It’s confirmation that I’m not pregnant, which is awesome news every month.  But hell, this one has dragged itself out a little bit too long now and I’d like it just to leave so that I can have sex again. 

It’s been 6 days since my last orgasm.  I feel like I’m about to self implode.  This weekend was particularly difficult because I had to spend it with the sexiest little creature on earth.  He’s so intoxicating.  The way he looks, the way he sounds, the way he smells, how he touches me so gently…..

I did of course give him lots of play-time.  It helps me a lot actually, being able to still engage in sexual activity with him, even if I don’t get off myself.  I had a pretty good wet dream as well which helped and I think he got some pretty good orgasms too.His parents are over this weekend which means we probably won’t get much play-time…. feeling frustrated but also happy.  How does that make sense?

Pancake Tuesday

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Last night was a tantalising mix of orgasm denial and forced orgasm.  The evening started with a slow, lazy relaxing shared bath.  I had it ready for him coming in from work.  We sat there and soaked, had a smoke and drank some tea.  After that I prepared a strange dinner of crepes, bacon and vanilla icecream – it was Pancake Tuesday so that had to be honoured.  Afterward we cuddled up on the couch and watched and spent the evening watching Better Off Ted (season 1, which I’d totally recommend) and having a smoke.  We ambled down to bed at around midnight and cuddled / chatted for a bit.

My hands started wandering, as they always do when I have a lovely naked man in my bed.  I began stroking him ever so slowly and softly.  I told him that I wanted to use him tonight and that I wouldn’t be letting him cum for a few days.  He grew harder at the prospect and lay there moaning as I brought him up to orgasm over and over again, stopping just before he couldn’t handle anymore.  I decided to have one myself so I fucked him for a little bit until I came. 

Afterward I held him for another while and began teasing him again, bringing him close to orgasm then stopping.  He came so very close, so many times, while i used so many different techniques.  One of my favourite techniques to use is getting him so horny that merely rubbing his cock with one hand, without gripping, is enough to almost send him over the edge.  Without warning, I sped up and he exploded in my hand.  He’d had a rough day, I wasn’t going to let him go to sleep without a nice orgasm..  He is my little pet afterall.

One week catchup – mid January

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Feels like I haven’t done an update in forever.  I’d like to make this post a mixture of a catchup and a visual feast of the most beautiful black and white abstract art that I can find.

 We had a guest staying over at the weekend.  We did lots of fun things inclusive of museums, pubs and games.  Sexual activity was limited to the bedroom for the weekend.  We still had fun though, inclusive of many delicious orgasms.  

(Credits: http://fractaleuphoria.deviantart.com/)

On Saturday night we got really really drunk.  I mean, really drunk.  It wasn’t bad sickly drunk though, it was pretty nice, chilled, happy drunk.  I ambled down to the bedroom with the intent of going to sleep.  My partner and our housemate stayed upstairs chatting and listening to music.  I lay there and the room was spinning, so I was alternating between keeping my eyes open and closed.  After about half an hour, my pet joined me in bed.  He was cold.  I pulled his little naked body close to warm him up.  

His skin was like satin.  He made some lovely little noises as I was cuddling him.  My hand strayed down further to touch him gently between the legs.  He was aroused.  I played with him, I licked him, I sucked him and I fucked him.  Alcohol has a profound effect on him – turns him into the naughtiest little whore.  He wanted to be used, so that’s exactly what I did.  I got myself off on him, a number of times, before finally letting him release – I did make him use a vibrator, I was delighted with how easy it made him cum.  Think we got to sleep at about 6am or thereabouts.

Sunday was a break day.  We literally sat around and did nothing all day.  It was bliss.  I feel like my body has slown down a lot in the past two years – alcohol doesn’t seem to be something I can do on a regular basis anymore.  A few years ago, I could have drunk a lot more and been less hungover.  

(Credits: http://mark-chadwick.deviantart.com/)

On Monday evening, I told him that I’d be locking him in chastity tomorrow.  That I’d be teasing him this evening for as long as he could take and locking him up so that he has to suffer all day at work.  After a while of teasing, he looked a little panicked, like, he really needed release.  I let him cum.  He almost passed out afterwards, not before making me cum first though.

My memory is a little fuzzy this morning.  I’ve not had many early nights in the past week so I’m feeling a little bit out of sync.  I’m also on a diet at the moment, which is hard because I hate eating diet food and I’m feeling constantly hungry and a little bit on edge.  I think we had Tuesday off, or, at least – I can’t remember doing anything on Tuesday except lots of cuddling and watching The Bridge (tv series – which is awesome btw).

On Wednesday, I spent over an hour teasing him with my tongue.  I remember thinking how good he tasted.  I was so aroused from having him in my mouth.  I’d to go to the bathroom afterwards and change my panties.  Thursday, I dressed him up – short leather dress – and played with some oil.  I didn’t hold him too long, he’d taken quite a lot of teasing this week and I wanted to give him a really nice orgasm.  I think I did.  He writhed around for quite a while.  It was late, after 2am, so I told him we should go to sleep.  

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He promised to make it up to me tomorrow. But, I wasn’t unhappy or overly frustrated.  I was in a good mood and contented that he had enjoyable time.  I know he gets worried about the balance of orgasms, but I think one thing that he fails to grasp is that, I don’t need to orgasm every time any more.  I just need to get into that state of mind where he’s at my mercy.  Of course, I love to orgasm.  I’ll have some evenings where I can think about nothing else other than having a nice long orgasm…  But sometimes, I’ll have evenings where, I just want to saturate him with attention.  Even now, after a year of living together, it still feels a little unfamiliar to him.  He’s always so eager to please and always looks a bit deflated when I tell him that I don’t want to cum that evening.  I guess, I’d be wondering why he didn’t seem that bothered when I said I don’t want to cum.  Women eh? There’s no pleasing em.

So, last night, we played some games, had a smoke, watched the last episode of The Bridge.  I was nice and chilled, relaxed, lying on the couch with him next to me.  Earlier that day he told me that he would like to give me a massage that evening.  So he did.  There was some debate prior to that, I was rubbing him, teasing him, kissing him and he was getting rather aroused.  He had a determination in his eyes though, which was altogether quite cute.  He wanted to play with me, to give me a good time.  

He went into graphic detail about a standard day and the things I do for him, I sat there, choking back tears, remembering my last relationships and how the people there said that I was lazy and “never did anything around the house” (because some days, I’d be too tired to make dinner or the house wasn’t tidy/clean all of the time – i’m pretty messy).  But he sat there, talking about stuff like – making his lunch, buying him treats, making him tea, and well, other little things that won’t make much sense to you, my readers.  I felt really really touched though that he’d noticed all these tiny little inconsequential things and also that, because I don’t really sit and think about things like that – they just kind of happen – I never really treated them as a big deal before.  I want the best for him.  Sometimes I worry that, I don’t really make enough money to be able to buy him all the things that he wants.  I’m always pretty skint at the end of the month, with not really much left over – because I don’t earn that much.  Money isn’t important to me at all, but I want him to have a cosy, comfortable life.  

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Now I’m rambling.  Let’s rewind a bit.  I sat there, soaking up all this information.  He wanted to have an evening where I was made to feel special.  I feel special every waking moment of my day, knowing that I have such an amazing partner.  He turned the heating on and I undressed, lying face down on the sofa.  I felt his little hands gently massaging my back.  It was relaxing, albeit, short.  I turned around and we kissed for a little bit.  ”Do you want me to lick you?” he said.  I got butterflies in my stomach as I felt his tongue brushing against my clit… gently at first and getting faster.  

After quite a while of blissful tongue pleasure, he inserted a finger or two (it’s hard to tell when you’re in that state).  I lay back and thought about the week we’d had together and the things I’d done to him, the way he moved his body and the noises he made.  The build-up was amazing.  I was close to orgasm so many times.  He was gentle though, like he held me on edge with ease, not slowing down to the point where I stopped receiving stimulation, but enough of a change of pace to let me enjoy that feeling of bliss.  When I came, it hit me really really hard.  I could  hardly breathe, I felt like I’d lost control of my body for a few minutes.   I could feel every single blood vessel in my body.  What a massive release.  I couldn’t have asked for a better evening, nor a better end to the evening.  We played a bit of pokemon and went to bed… a little later than I would have liked, but it’s hard to drag him away from his spreadsheets when he’s enjoying them so much.

This morning, I’m sitting here smiling, thinking about last night.  I hope he is too.  I’d really like to make love to him tonight.  Slowly and passionately.  In a nice setting… perhaps by the fire or in a candlelit room, with some nice music on.  We haven’t got anything planned for the weekend, so I’m looking forward to lots of gaming, cuddling and time spent together.

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Sex, Video Games and Rock n Roll

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Friday evening saw us having a really lazy evening.  I didn’t even bother cooking.  Got a load of “snacks” from the shop on the way home from work which included chocolate, crisps, popcorn, and other nibbles.  We had a smoke, watched a film and snuggled up on the sofa.  We stopped at 8pm to do a few of the Path of Exile races. We retired to the sofa again. We were watching Bathory – a film about a hungarian lady in the 15th century.  It was pretty cool. My hand wandered down his chest and I played with him until he came. 

Saturday I was woken early by the cat, and got up and made our favorite breakfast (sausage, eggs, potato bread and ketchup).  We sat down on the couch to eat it and watched another film.  We were having an “epics” weekend, so we watched Kingdom of Heaven, Troy.. The day progressed and we moved from the sofa to the PC, some path of exile, and back again.  So it continued in a lazy haze.  In the evening, I ran a bath for us and we sat there in the bath for ages having a good old chat about random stuff.  Afterwards, I lay an outfit on the bed for him… a blue dress with a frilly ballerina skirt and a frilly red petticoat.  He adorned it and I met him upstairs again. I put some music on, I think we listened to Opeth.

I placed him on his knees on the couch, the back of it supporting most of his body and bound his wrists to the bannister.  I decided to for a non-vibrating toy, as it had been a while since I used that one.  It’s a nexus glide, he quite enjoys it – it’s a hard toy so it’s a little trickier to get in than a jelly toy.  Once inside, my right hand worked on stimulating his prostate with the toy while my left worked on gently stimulating his cock.  I had him gagged.  I kept him on edge for a very long time.  Halfway through, I decided to lube my left hand up as well and proceeded to fuck him in the ass with the toy as his cock was forced in and out of my slippery hand.  He came pretty hard and sat there for a while, dangling off his binds and shaking.  I love how his body quivers when he orgasms.  I love holding him afterwards.

By Sunday, my period was completely gone.  We did the usual stuff during the day.  Our tastes in films switched to vampire films and we ended up watching Interview with a Vampire and Underworld.  We took a shower later that evening and afterward, he surprised me by dressing up in his fabulous long, gold evening dress.  He looked divine.  I was so pleased that he’d decided to dress up for me, without my instruction.  I welcomed him into bed and rubbed his cock through his dress for a little bit.  I lay on my back giving him full run of my body.  I was looking forward to my orgasm so much, with the period – it felt like my body was going to explode… it’d been days since I’d cum.  After a while, he asked if he wanted him to lick me.  I told him that I’d like that very much, and he proceeded downwards.  The images of the weekend were fresh in my head, and I could feel myself building up more and more. Each stroke of his tongue drove me crazy.  His beard rubbed softly against my clit and his fingers penetrated me teasing my g-spot.

I was soaking, I was also a little tense as I felt like I was about to unleash a waterfall onto his face while he was licking me.  Just before he made me cum, I stopped him and told him to fuck me.  Every thrust felt like heaven. I love the way his body moves and his hair falls over his face. I love the way his back arches.  I came hard and fast but that wasn’t it over…  After some sensitivity, I allowed him to continue because it still felt amazing and I wanted more, he made me cum again and again.  The orgasms melted into each other and into my body.  I almost blacked out.  He came on my third and I saw stars.  It was incredible.  My whole body felt like it was no longer aching and wanting, that it was completely and utterly at peace.  I slumped for a few minutes.  The orgasms gave me a little burst of energy and I asked him if he wanted to go upstairs again and play some more Path.  So we did.

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Sensory indulgence

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He’d only gotten in from work the poor thing. Smiling, a little dishevelled. I was lying stretched out on the sofa reading a book.  I did make him tea and allowed him to smoke. I could tell he was pleased to be home as he flung his coat off which landed halfway down the stairs.    I had the couch pushed up close to the open fire, some psytrance playing in the background.  Once he’d completed his usual routine, he locked the front door.  

I found him standing there in front of me, almost expecting me to undress him, or at least giving me the opportunity to.  I didn’t give him time to doubt me, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and flinging them on the floor hard with his underpants, he removed his jumper and t shirt and I pushed him down onto the sofa.  There he sat in all his naked loveliness, soft, pale skin, long hair, rich blue eyes looking at me wantonly.  I stroked his body with the back of my hand, feeling its warmth and softness.  I love his skin.  It’s my biggest addiction.

He moaned gently.  I positioned him so that he was spread out for me and I could touch him where I wanted to without his interference.   He accepted the position, lying there like a little doll, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.  I spent a long time stroking his thighs, pressing my hands tightly together and using it to push his cock inside them, I stimulated as much of his balls as I could, feeling them slip around my hand as I teased him.  He moaned when I brought him close.  He’d admitted that he’d spent a lot of his work day fantasising about me.  I could tell that I wasn’t going to get much more out of him.  After edging him 5-6 times, I grabbed his cock and used it violently and hard to get him off very fast.  He lay there moaning and panting.  He’d cum hard, it was all over his chest, belly, my arm, my dress.  I smiled at him and kissed him.  

After cleaning up, we sat down and had a smoke and played a bit of path, ordered pizza, watched some TV, played some more path and then I suggested that we go downstairs.  I wanted my turn… 

He followed me down obediently, putting the light on and getting into the right position.  We lay there chatting for a bit.  I could feel his little wandering fingers caressing my body.  I was so sensitive and he, so gentle, it was hard not to get tickled.  I positioned myself on my back and let him continue.  He slid his hand in between my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my panties.  I could feel his little fingers working their magic and I lay back and began to think about his cock, what it might be doing now, if he was enjoying pleasuring me and if it was making him hard.  

I removed my panties.  He tried to tease me with gentle strokes but I grabbed his wrist and forced his hand harder against my pussy, looking down at him to ensure he knew he wasn’t allowed to be too gentle.  I saw a meek little smile and I let him continue.  My body swirled with sensation, he rubbed me in a different way for a while and then changed as I was getting close, I experienced a lot of new feelings as he experimented with pleasuring me.  

I was soaking.  It felt amazing, but it felt amazing because it was him doing it.  Every single thing he did felt amazing.  I wanted to cum so badly.  I thought back to earlier when I had him held at my mercy, imagined his little face looking up at me, the noises he made, the feeling of power I get when I control his cock like that, take hold of his orgasm.  All of a sudden, I came, it rushed through my body like a tidal wave.  I almost blacked out.  It lasted for what felt like about 20 minutes.  Every time I moved any part of my body, I could feel it spreading to a new part of me.  After cuddles, it didn’t take me long to fall asleep…