Org@sm Denial - Tumblr Posts
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When your fingers deep inside of her and you curl them. Your palm pressed against her as you start rocking your hand. You know it's the right spot when her hands suddenly try hiding her face. She can't formulate a single word and she is desperately trying to cover her mouth or grab a pillow.
If you want to give her release right away then the nice thing to do is push your fingers into her mouth, allowing her fixate on that as she suddenly floods your hand.
If you're a bit masochistic you let her have your hand or arm to bite, allowing her to go a bit feral as she cums. You will hear her growling.
If you're a sadist and love to see their brain melt. You use your free hand and take their wrists pinning them. As you look them directly in the eyes. This makes them clench and try so hard to fight and hold it back that when you rock that very last time you swear your getting baptized with how wet she is. Legs shaking and quivering as her own motions will cause her to keep rocking her hips. If your lucky and or evil this allows you to force a few more minigasms.
All of these ways are perfect by the way and no matter what when she finds words again she'll thank you.
Just remember to tell her how good she did for you for maximum blush.
theoretically, of course~
what if (theoretically) you told me how you jerk off to me (theoretically) telling me all the dirty things you'd do to me, were you with me (theoretically) all while not allowing me to touch myself (theoretically)?
craving more orgasms from him; begging him to let me cum.
“please, i’m so close. please let me cum!”
getting his permission, “bark for me when you do.”
finally letting go, feeling myself go over that edge, barking for him when i do.
“woof! woof! woof!” panting and whining between barks, and then-
it’s not there anymore; that tingly good feeling. i start to whine and whimper, feeling my cunt clench on the open air. i feel my clit throbbing, left without a toy to throb on.
i whine; he takes my toy from me as i bark, ruining my orgasm.
“nooo!” i whine, him holding my legs open; not allowing me any further stimulation; not allowing me to give myself any further stimulation.
i keep my hands to myself. i know better, i know to be good; allowing myself to feel the burn and ache of a ruin for him.
through my haze, i manage to let out a single plea: “please.”
“please what?”
“please let me cum!” i whine, the desperation in my voice painfully obvious.
he laughs, coming closer to me.
“what do you mean? i did let you cum.”
i don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling. i can feel how much he loves to watch me suffer. i’m not oblivious, he knows what he’s doing to me.
“i mean a full orgasm!” i whine.
“oh? you should have been more specific then.”
i whine again. all i can focus on is the dull ache between my legs, the ache that he gave me, the ache that i’ve been begging for.
the room is now filled with my pleas, begging him to let me feel an orgasm; a full orgasm.
“again.”
i begin to plead once more, “how do i know it’ll be a full one this time?”
i can feel him smiling again.
“you’ll never know if you don’t try.”
i whimper.
“again.”
desperate to feel a full orgasm, i place the toy on my sore, needy clit once again; being left to constantly chase those few fleeting moments of pure bliss, never knowing if they will ever come, and thanking him anyways.