I love being denied certain things. I know, it sounds strange – most people just love indulging in quick pleasures without thinking twice about it, but I never understood it.
There was something sweet in the fact that I could go some time without sweets, my favorite TV shows, or shopping sprees so later I could get even more pleasure from getting what I wanted. I didn’t know how to explain it to the people around me, but it wasn’t harming anyone, so I kept doing it.
When I met my boyfriend, Ben, I thought that it might be a problem. The thing was, I liked doing the same with sex. I wouldn’t touch myself for weeks, sometimes months, just so at the end of it I would allow myself to have explosive orgasms that would leave me shaking and crying from how good it felt.
Of course, I wasn’t about to let him go without fucking me for so long, but when I asked Ben if we could not do it for a few days he was all for it, especially after he realized that it was indeed better after some wait.
We were trying and experimenting with this for some time and soon I knew I needed a long break, just so I could feel it all anew again. I didn’t want Ben to feel neglected, so I made him a proposal – he could use my mouth and my hands, but nothing more for two months. He was skeptical, thinking that I was torturing myself for nothing, but he agreed to it and so my torture began.
It was much easier back when I wasn’t dating, but now that I still had Ben’s cock in my mouth almost every single day it was different. I was going crazy with desire and I couldn’t do anything with myself. Seeing how bad it was getting for me, Ben offered a solution – I could still touch myself, just not let it go to the orgasm. I agreed, thinking that it would get easier, but it only made things worse. It was so hard to stop myself in those moments when my body was just ready to get there and I was crying from frustration, but I knew that it would all be worth it in the end. I will have the best sex of my life with Ben and I would love it.
Finally, the day had come when we were going to fuck. Ben had to go to work and he kissed me before he did, telling me to not forget that I wasn’t allowed to have an orgasm without him. I told him that I would be good, but even his kisses felt sharper than ever. My body needed to be touched, my pussy needed to be fucked and I couldn’t do much about it. I just needed to go a few more hours and I knew I would be okay. Little did I know, those would be the hardest, most sexually frustrating hours of my life.
I tried to distract myself with the cleaning. I was going around the house, dusting and putting things away, feeling a throbbing sensation in my pussy. It was hard not to think about sex, no matter what I did my thoughts were ending up there and I was starting to get annoyed. At some point, while I was cleaning the couch, I ended up grazing my pussy with a pillow through the fabric of my leggings. That quick motion made me moan, the pressure that I needed for so long was finally there.
I groaned, feeling ashamed that it happened, but I couldn’t move away. It was just too perfect and, feeling stupid and so, so horny, I started to rub myself against the pillow. I grabbed its edges, feeling my whole body shake in need of release, as I moaned and acted like a cat in heat. I knew that I must’ve looked stupid, but it felt so good. I could feel how soaking wet my pussy was and I kept going, feeling that amazing sensation, until the moment I knew it might be too much.
Feeling my orgasm coming I Instantly stopped, moving away and groaning with frustration. I needed to have an orgasm so badly, but I couldn’t, not now. I went back to my chores, but the desire was still painfully there.
My pussy was so, so wet my juices were seeping through my leggings and I needed to take them off. Looking at how soaking my panties were I took them off too, letting my pussy cool and dry, but it didn’t help. Now I wanted to touch myself even more. My mind was hazy, I couldn’t think about anything else other than sex. Wherever I looked I could only imagine myself there being fucked by Ben and it was driving me crazy. Knowing that I couldn’t help myself, I sat on the couch and spread my legs wide, touching my clit.
I moaned instantly, feeling how swollen it was. I was so horny, that I was sure I didn’t even care who or what would fuck me at that moment. My nipples were hard and so sensitive too. I only touched them lightly and was sure that I could cum from that too. I was just a sensitive stop all over and I needed that release.
Tired from fighting with myself, I put a hand against my clit and started rubbing it. I moaned and whimpered, feeling that my body needed it, knowing that it needed much more, but I was just trying to calm myself until Ben got home. He will fuck me with his big hard cock and everything will be right in the world. I imagined him fucking my mouth first and me letting him do anything he wanted before I spread my legs and let him fuck me there too, making me cum so hard I would soak our bed. The image was too real and I almost felt an orgasm hitting me, but I pulled my hand away. No, it was too dangerous, I needed to take a cold shower.
I took all my clothes off, feeling how hot and tight my skin was. I wasn’t a woman anymore, I was just a desire in a human form. I couldn’t imagine existing like that any longer, but I needed to keep myself in check.
I went to have that cold shower, feeling that it wasn’t helping at all. Coldwater hitting my body was making it even worse, I felt more sensitive than ever and couldn’t believe that I would need to go like this for an hour more. Ben would come soon, I knew it, so it was making me feel better.
After the shower, still fully naked, I lay on the bed, knowing that release would come soon. I smiled, so sure that I could go on like this for a little longer, even if my pussy was still soaking, but I was wrong. I was thinking about it for a moment, deciding if I could take it, but I just wanted to fuck too badly. I pulled a small slim dildo out of my nightstand, thinking that it couldn’t get worse. Ben was about to come and I was just practicing for him.
I didn’t need any additional lube, I was wetter than I needed. Even as I just moved the dildo against my clit I could feel myself shaking. It was too much and I knew it was a mistake, but I kept going. I pushed the toy inside me, feeling how tight my pussy was after all the time it hadn’t been fucked.
I whimpered loudly, knowing that I could cum from any thrust, even the weakest one, but I couldn’t stop. I moved the toy slowly, trying to control myself, but it was unbearable. My pussy was so tight and wet it was slipping out and I kept pushing it back, rolling my eyes from pleasure and knowing that I wasn’t allowed to have more. It was torture.
Finally, I heard the door open. Ben was home and I could finally get what I needed. I ran downstairs, almost jumping on him, still naked and excited. I kissed him, feeling my body shake, feeling my pussy just leaking with my own lube. I wanted his cock as deep as he could push it, in any hole he would like, no matter what.
“Wait, wait,” he said, looking at me with a smile. He pulled me away as if I could wait any longer.
“I think you forgot something”
“No, no, I just want to fuck. Please, use me like a slut,” I started begging.
“I would love to,” he said, caressing my face. “But the two months we talked about end tomorrow, not today”
Tears started streaming down my face. I knew that I fucked up, making my body even more awake to every touch. But I knew that I couldn’t stop now too. I needed to just wait one more day and I would get what I needed.
