As you might’ve noticed from my other posts, I’m very much into orgasm denial.
Which. If you knew my out in ~real life~ you might think is funny because of the heading of this post.
I hate having to wait for things. I was the kid who talked her parents into letting her open a present on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas morning because I didn’t want to wait. I get twitchy when I’m ready to go somewhere and whoever I’m with isn’t ready yet or I’m standing in line somewhere and they just. won’t. move. faster. Ugh. I flail at my desk when a page takes a little too long to load even though I remember the days of truly excruciating waiting on dialup.
So why the hell do I like working really hard at getting really aroused for a long period of time before I can actually ‘finish’?
Good question.
I think there’s a few reasons, actually and I’mma do a list because why not.
I like pleasing Sir. If I have to explain this one you’re probably on the wrong blog.
Not cumming even when it feels like I really really really want to makes me feel, I don’t know, accomplished?
And…like I’ve seen many folks in the denial blog-verse say…not cumming is better. Oh, I like orgasming for Sir because, again, I like to please him. And it definitely feels very good when it’s happening. It’s just. Afterward.
Okay no more list but continuing on with #3.
The afterward part gets me. Sometimes I find myself later feeling weirdly out of sorts and kind of testy.
I miss that little hum inside me that develops when I’ve been playing and edging but not finishing.
I guess it’s a little like, you know, getting some delicious, decadent dessert after a meal. It tastes amazing when you’re having it and maybe when you get that last little bite you wish you could have just a little more even.
Until a little while later when you realize that no, actually, you kind of wish you hadn’t gone quite so far no matter how much you enjoyed it at the time. No matter whether it was your favorite kind of dessert or not.
But it does lead me to wonder if that not-quite-release feeling I get from edging is what I enjoy more when all is said and done does that make it instant gratification after all?
Of course now thanks to my dumb metaphor I’m picturing Sir with a spoon and some cake and letting it almost touch my lips until I can taste the damn thing just by inhaling but not actually letting me have it.
And okay, that’s kind of a hot mental image. /filing that away for later
Like a dance, He guides her. Swiftly and smoothly. Under control. He leads her to the place where she is free of everything but her desire to please Him.
Sir's submissive 