I have to rub gently so I don’t disturb his post orgasm rest. It’s just that my denied pussy is aching. I’m so desperate. I know I can’t have an orgasm but maybe a nice soft edge.
Look at him so peaceful, so sweet. He deserves to have all of my orgasms.
This is me. Exactly. Satisfied at having pleased my man, but so desperate for an orgasm.
Edging permission
The other day I didn’t get my three edge so now Wickedlittlebtch is punishing me by letting me ask on Tumblr for permission to edge for each edge I want to do. On the other hand I may edge as often I want with permission of course.
I want to edge when I’m home from work.
Who will be the one that will give me permission?
It’s up to you!
Please
Please give my friend permission to edge today!
Who I Am, If You Care
When someone follows me, I always go to their blog hoping they will have something written about themselves in the bio section. I very much enjoy reading and learning something about the person who found me interesting enough to follow. Because of this, I have decided to write about me, if you’re interested. Just to warn you, I’m a woman, so by nature, I’m crazy. Here are my many layers.
I am 48 but I look like I’m about 38. I am married. We have been together for 10 years. I have 5 children ages 11-29. I have a mom body and I’m proud. I’m not thin by any means, but I’m also not obese. I am tall.
I have also been blessed with 4 grandchildren. My family is the most important thing in my life besides my faith in God. I pray daily. I do random acts of kindness whenever possible and always pay it forward.
He is the sexiest and most beautiful man in the world in my eyes. He is gentle but in the bedroo., he is a beast. We have been married almost 18 months but have been together 10 years. I won’t say that he completes me because I’m already a complete person but he definitely adds so much color and happiness to my life. He loves me unconditionally. He encourages and inspires me.
My friends say it’s sickening listening to me talk about my husband and that I sound like a school girl talking about her crush. I can’t help it. He still gives me butterflies after all these years. He is a truly humble man and has more integrity than anyone I’ve ever known.
I love him completely, which is why I find it completely baffling that there’s nothing I want more than for him to have sex with other women and tell me how much he prefers them to me. (I told you I was crazy.) I have a burning desire to watch him please and be pleased by another woman. I want to watch him give other women what I am denied. The one thing he wants most is for me to have sex with other men while he watches. I practice orgasm denial. My next orgasm date is May 26th, (although i secretly hope that my husband never lets me have another orgasm!), unless I can find a man to have sex with me. The problem is that the man I want to have sex with lives on the other side of the ocean. I met him here on Tumblr and I call him my sweet man.
Maryland is beautiful. 5 hours separates skiing on a mountain from swimming in the Atlantic ocean. I live in a small town, closer to the mountains than the ocean. Like any town, we have some ugly, but the beauty is overwhelming.
My hometown:
Ireland. By far. The most beautiful place I’ve been. Everything about it. The green, the old world feel, the simplicity, the people, the turquoise color of the ocean.
We went there for our honeymoon. I had always wanted to see the Cliffs of Moher. Seeing them for the first time with my husband was a truly emotional, magical, and romantic moment. I will never forget that feeling.
The color and feel of fall. The peace and tranquility of winter. Deep snow. Dark gray clouds that fill the sky. Heavy rain. Storms. Dark.
My favorite holiday. Thanksgiving because all of my children come home. We have 4 generations together in one house. I love this more than anything else in life. Christmas is a close second. The feel of Christmas. People are happier and more kind. Why can’t we be like that all the time? I turn into Elf during the Christmas season.
My favorite music. This is hard. Music is so important in my life. My favorite singer is Steve Perry from Journey. A beautiful man with an inspiring voice. I grew up in the 80s so all of the big hair bands are awesome! Whitesnake, Cinderella, Bon-Jovi, Def Leppard . I also enjoy blue grass and country. Chris Cornell, Eddie Vedder (but not Pearl Jam), Ray Lamontagne, Eagles. Pink Floyd for sure. Anything acoustic. Andrea Bocelli, his voice melts my soul.
There’s so many more. The list is endless.
Food: comfort food. Soups. Casseroles. Pizza. My chili. Mexican. No green beans, no seafood, no Chinese.
Sport: American football. Go Cowboys!☆
Exploring and learning. There’s so much I want to do and so many places I would like to visit. Mountains, cliffs, waterfalls, hiking, being in nature, away from people.
Animal: cow
Car: 65-68 Ford Mustang
Coffee: Dunkin Donuts. Plain with cream.
Poor grammar. Please know the difference between there, their, and they’re. Also to, too, and two. Then and than. Since and sense. These are simple mistakes that people make on a daily basis. Come on people, we learn these things in elementary school. Stop being lazy. If you need help in this area, please feel free to send me a message and I will be more than happy to assist you. I wish this didn’t bother me so much because there are many areas in which I fall short, namely math, but there’s just no excuse for poor grammar.
I’m a good person. I care deeply about people, I just don’t want to be around them. I love chatting with people on kik or messenger but talking on the phone is torture. I am submissive to my husband. I want him to control everyrhing, as long as he does it the way I want. I have faith in God and I believe in the Bible but I want, and have, an open relationship with my husband. I also worry entirely too much for someone who claims to have faith in God. Someone once told me to breathe in faith and breathe out fear. I have remembered this over the years and use it during times I am feeling anxious about something.
If you’ve taken the time to read this, thank you. Most of the pictures used here are pictures I have personally taken. Please message me and tell me something about yourself!
Peace!
Why why why why why? Why does it bother people if a Tumblr has a blank blog? I have had some really good conversations with people who choose not to put anything on their blog. Why does it matter??? Maybe they are bashful. Maybe they don’t know what to put. Maybe they are like me and are having a hard time figuring out how Tumblr works. Anyone above the age of 18 is more than welcome to follow me or send me asks/messages. I don’t care if you have an empty blog. I will not block you for that!
My Best Blowjob
Today is 1 week without an orgasm and I’m finally beginning to feel needy and desperate again, thank goodness! It sucks having an orgasm and losing that desperation. When I’m in denial, all I think about is sucking cock and pleasing my husband. In fairness, there is another man I would love to please, but he lives across the ocean. But my hubby is at my disposal! I kept messaging John from work all morning and was telling him how much I wanted his cock in my mouth. Needless to say he was very agreeable and was lying on the bed, naked when I got home from work. When my pussy is aching and wet from being denied, I become a much more enthusiastic cock sucker. I planned on teasing and edging my husband for hours today before allowing him to cum. I was so excited at the thought of having his cock in my mouth. Sometimes he makes me ask him if I can suck his cock but not today. I started slowly, like I always do, because I want to savor every moment.
Of course I start by just licking the tip. This is torture for me because what I want more than anything is to feel my husband’s cock touching the back of my throat, but I also want to enjoy this torture. Inch by inch I slowly take him deeper into my warm mouth. My pussy is throbbing. John tells me that since he didn’t give me a number from our edging list today, that I could edge only while I’m sucking his cock and that if I do a really good job, he would allow me to edge, using his cum, for a couple of minutes after. I could feel the moisture building up in my pussy. I continue teasing John’s cock and listening to him moan. He’s really enjoying it today. There’s this thing I do where I kind of rub the head of his dick in the back of my mouth on the right side by my jaw. It drives him crazy. I did it slowly today while moaning. I think it turns me on as much as it does him. He had to stop me several times. Is there anything better than when a man pulls on your hair to pull you off of his cock? So he pulls out of my mouth and my hand takes over and it happens. The moment I had been waiting for for years. Cum oozed out of his cock. More than pre cum but not an orgasm. My blowjob/handjob role model, Klixen, is an expert at getting men to do this and finally, it happened for me.
It was a beautiful thing and it aroused the fuck out of me. John told me to rub his cum on my pussy, so I did. I could have came, but I’m a good girl, so I didn’t. I licked the cum from John’s cock and then continued sucking. He had to keep stopping me but I didn’t want to stop. We were both so into it. Finally, he couldn’t last any longer and his load sprayed from his cock and I milked out every last drop. I asked him if I did a good enough job. Breathless, he said, “Yes, you did a great job!” So yeah, I rubbed his cum all over my denied, aching, desperate, and super soaked pussy.
No Words Needed
You contacted me on Tumblr. We hit it off right away. We talk every day for hours. It started off with flattering and flirting and many pictures being shared. You’re married. I’m married. Your wife is gorgeous and funny and has joined in our conversations. My husband hears about you every day and encourages my flirtatious friendship with you. We truly have the best spouses in the world. We know that if we ever get to meet, we will fuck. The only thing that separates us is an ocean. Our friendship continues to grow. The 4 of us become very good friends. Then it happens. We plan our vacation. Book the flight and hotel. I am so excited to meet you and your wife. She and my husband will just watch, at least the first time. He opens the hotel door and welcomes you both inside. I hug your wife. Then I walk to you. The energy between us is undeniable.
You bend over and kiss my cheek as I unfasten your jeans. You pull my shirt up over my head. I take my pants off and then pull yours down as I sink to my knees. Your cock is familiar to me from all the pictures I’ve seen. I take it in my hands and lick it from base to tip, all the while never taking my eyes away from yours. Deliberately slowly I take the length of you into my mouth. Your eyes close and you take a deep breath. With my mouth closed around your cock, I continue licking all around with my tongue. I move my mouth up and down, taking you all the way out and all the way back in, down my throat, the way I know you like it. It has been 3 months since either of us has had an orgasm and today is the day we agreed we would cum. You’re so excited already. Precum dribbles into my mouth. You gently pull me up onto my feet and kiss me. I remove your shirt and we fall onto the bed. Before I know what’s happening, your head is between my legs. Your tongue is separating my lips and gently circles my clit. I arch my back and push your head into my pussy. You keep licking, tasting me, driving me so close to the edge, but not allowing me to cum. “Not yet.” You say.
You sit up and pull me up. We are facing each other. You eagerly kiss me, I can taste myself on your lips. I wrap My legs around your hips and slide down onto your cock. You fill my pussy. Slowly I move up and down. I’m so wet. You’re rock hard.
We agreed that we would have our orgasms together. It’s been 3 months. We both need to cum. We are aching for it. At the same time, we don’t want this to end. You lay back so that I’m on top of you. You look up at me as I ride your cock. I can tell your so close, so I slow down. We are both riding the edge. You push me off of you, stand up on the bed and force your cock into my mouth. I suck all of my juice off of you. You tell me to bend over and you fuck me from behind.
The passion, tension, need, and desire is continuing to build up. I get on my back and you move between my legs, lowering yourself into me. Face to face, you kiss me passionately and start thrusting into me. We are both breathing heavy, almost panting. You whisper into my ear that you are going to cum. That’s all I need to hear. This has been building up for 3 months. We both exploded into an intense orgasm that seemed to last forever. Laying there, catching our breath, we looked at each other and smiled. I said, “it’s nice to finally meet you!”
Fantasy
I’ve received a request through a private message to write about my deepest darkest fantasy and to include as many details as possible. Well, thats what my blog is. Mostly true stories mixed with a bit of fiction. Another thing about my desires is that they change depending on my mood on any given day. Today begins what is to be my longest denial period to date. My husband said that my next orgasm won’t be until May 26th. There are 3 stipulations. 1. I can cum sooner if I find a guy to fuck me while John watches. 2. I can cum sooner if I find a girl for John to fuck. 3. He can prolong this denial period at any given time for no reason at all. Yes. He’s evil and I love it.
Today, my fantasy is this…
It’s May 26th, my cum day. 90 days without an orgasm. I’m excited, desperate, needy, and pussy juice is hanging from my achy hole. To celebrate making it 90 days without an orgasm, I get us a hotel room at a 5 star hotel. I get there before John and light candles, get the music going, make myself drop dead gorgeous and then wait for him to arrive. Finally, I hear a knock at the door. I rush to open it. To my surprise, John is standing there with another woman. He’s kissing her. My heart breaks yet beats with excitement. I’m disappointed but overcome by lust. I can feel pussy juice run down my inner thigh. John watches my expressions, knowing how turned on I am. They walk past me and I close the door.
He was finally going to make my cuckquean fantasy become reality and what better way to do it than on the day I was supposed to have an orgasm! I’m nervous. How is this going to play out? Will I get to join in? I’ve never been with another woman. Is he going to make me prepare her for him? A million questions and thoughts racing through my head. John then grabbed the chair from the desk and placed it facing the bed and tells me to sit. The beautiful young woman wastes no time. She’s on her knees unzipping John’s pants and now I’m watching as another woman takes my husband’s cock in her mouth. He’s rock hard already and his head falls back as she takes his cock down the back of her throat.
As I sit there watching my husband being pleasured by another woman, I have an uncontrollable urge to rub my pussy but as soon as I touch myself, John orders me to stop and tells me I am only allowed to watch. And so, for the next 2 hours, I watch as they pleasure each other in every way imaginable until finally, he spills his load deep inside her pussy. They lay there catching their breath for several minutes, completely satisfied as I sit there, panting, more desperate than I’ve ever been in my life. She eventually stands up to go wash off. I see his cum fall from her and run down her leg. John tells her to stop and orders me to clean his cum from her leg with my tongue. I happily comply. As my tongue nears her pussy, she pushes my head into her and tells me to keep licking. Her hips began to thrust onto my face as she reaches another orgasm. She then got dressed and left. John tells me to come to the bed and suck his dick clean. He slowly grows hard in my mouth. I beg him to fuck me. It is, after all, my day to have an orgasm. He fucks me for an hour, but doesn’t allow me to cum. He says now that he has a cuckcake, all of my orgasms belong to her. He tells me I will be in denial indefinitely. He empties his balls into my pussy. He is now entirely spent and satisfied. I am entirely aroused, desperate, and soaking wet, yet also strangely satisfied. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Flooding
I sent John a video of me edging today. I’m a squirter. No matter how many blankets and towels we put down, I always soak through to the mattress. He loves it. Here’s our conversation. He makes me melt. 💜
Making Denial Work For Us
Many of you know the struggle I’ve had with denial due to my husband’s lack of participation because of his work/college schedule. I was feeling discouraged and even considered giving up on denial, but then I received a lot of positive feedback and encouragement from many of you. My longest denial period has been 34 days. I am on break this week, by order of my husband. He wants me to enjoy as many orgasms as possible because starting Sunday Feb. 25, I start my denial again and all I know is that it is going to be much longer than 34 days. He won’t tell me how long. Honestly, I don’t care. I hope he makes me go the rest of the year! Anyway, in order for me to completely enjoy denial, I need to have my husband’s involvement. This is what we came up with. We composed a list of edging tasks. Each morning, before he leaves for work, he will look over the list and decide what he wants me to do that day. He will send me a message letting me know his decision. This way, he is involved every day, which is what I need, but his actual involvement will only take several minutes so it won’t overwhelm him while he tries to get through his classes. I have a new sense of hope about denial. I can’t wait to get started again!
A special thank you to: @alwaysaching85, @switchy0001, @beautyfullsurrender, @hispumpkinspice, @toptobottombdsm, @finder-of-things, @staglife-adventures, @say-no-to-the-o, @whenhesays, and of course the lovely @wickedlittlebtch and her sweet guy @sphinx1974
I spend hours edging daily. I love the way it makes me feel. I love that all I think about is sucking my husband’s cock and swallowing his cum. I never liked it before but now I can’t get enough.
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