How I accidentally ruined my orgasm
I woke up unbearably horny this morning. There’s no other way to put it. The second I became semi conscious I was just aware of this pulsing between my legs, and no matter which way I shifted in bed to avoid or ignore it, I could not get back to sleep. My cock demanded my attention and I was entirely helpless against the waves of desire it sent through me. Want to touch, want to fuck, want to cum, and denied all of that. Nearly three weeks without an orgasm, and barely a handful of edges, my body felt like it was on fire. I needed to do something to try and soothe the burn so… I did the only thing I was allowed to do.
Technically, (though she may disagree) I still hadn’t been instructed to do anything else besides slap my cock since receiving that rule. Even after my stolen edges, I hadn’t been put back on no touch. So, the only pleasure I could derive from my aching boner was by inflicting pain on it, and considering how many times I’d edged just by doing that… I felt confident I could squeeze another edge out this morning before I had to get up.
Just picture it: my legs spread nice and wide on the bed so my cunt was on full display, weeping squirt with each impact on my swollen red dick, exposed and glistening in the warm morning sun. Begging for pleasure and all it would get it was pain, but the wires were so crossed in my brain it didn’t even matter, each sharp zap sending me closer and closer to the edge.
I don’t know what it was about today, but everything felt even closer than usual. I was barely slapping myself honestly, a harsh tap at best, but I was so fucking close already it was driving me insane. Each impact got lighter and lighter as I grew closer and closer to hitting that edge. I kept dancing towards the line and backing away, not wanting my pleasure to end, not wanting to stop torturing my needy cunt. It got to the point where i was just tapping myself with a single finger over the tip of my cock over and over again, and I was so fucking close I could see stars.
Then, to make matters worse, someone suggested the worse mindfuck of all time for my hazy denied brain:
As I hit the edge, a hard edge, I should say out loud “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming” on repeat, like I really was cumming, like I really was getting the relief I so desperately needed.
I could feel the edge coming close so quickly, thick and full and fast, and I was tapping myself relentlessly just wanting to get there please please please let me cum let me cum let me cum-
THERE! I was right fucking there and I could feel every fibre in my body tensing at the release it knew it was going to be denied, even as it fought so hard to have it. My finger hovering right above my pulsing tip as I whimpered to myself in my silent room, “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming”. Faking an orgasm for nobody but myself, trying to convince my own brain we were cumming, it was ok, this is the relief we needed. It’s throbbing and pulsing and it feels good and this is what we needed right? We’ve cum now it’s ok it’s… fuck it’s so fucking wet I can’t- I need- fuck- I want so badly-
My brain got so fuzzy… I got greedy with it… I wanted to keep dancing and teasing along that hard edge, tapping on my cock again every time it started to retreat even slightly. Kept whimpering and whining to myself how hard I was cumming, how good it felt to finally cum, really cum I swear I’m cumming, as my cock got thicker and thicker begging me please, there’s so much inside please. Squirt coming out of me in waves, soaking the mattress and I didn’t even care cause I was drunk on the pleasure of it all. Cumming cumming cumming, all of it coming out of me, this was the release I needed fuck I really was so fucking close I’m gonna-
NO, nonononono, FUCK. Too close, too much, fuck-
I pulled my finger tip away, whining watching the glistening string of cum follow my finger from my cunt. Begging to keep touching, keep going, just a little more please-
I breathed in deeply, trying to calm the knot in my stomach, willing it to undo itself. And it did, ever so slowly. I could feel my cock beginning to finally calm down from the high I had forced it to hold onto, feel my cunt finally starting to relax and not push out more and more cum. It was ok… we were ok… it was… a really intense edge but… we could salvage this.. just be careful now…
I shifted in bed, trying to move my butt off the giant wet patch on my bed when I- well.
When I pressed my thighs together accidentally.
When I tell you I saw stars, I am not exaggerating. It felt like a fucking eruption. I realised too late the mistake I’d made, and the only thing I could do was fling my thighs apart and grip onto them so tightly to hold myself apart, hold onto some thread of self control as I felt the tidal wave of pent up pleasure flood my system.
Yes yes yes yes yes cum cum cum cum cum fuck fuck fuck
Everyone neurone, every fibre, every cell in my fucking body was begging me to touch, please touch us fuck us let us cum cum cum
I watched in a mind numbing haze of awe and desperation and near goddamn tears as my cock throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, looking for the last bit of pressure it couldn’t find to complete its orgasm. Panting open mouthed as squirt spurted out with every throb, trying desperately to give me the final push to have a full and thick satisfying release. Just a little bit more, please god just a little bit more.
It felt like it wasn’t going to end. Just stuck in an endless cycle of pleasure never quite reaching its peak, so close to salvation yet just barely brushing the surface, not permitted to finish and bask in the full glorious glow of a proper release. Just tense pulsing throbbing aching, so fucking close but so far, feeling myself crest the wave only to sink below it and not surface again…
I’ve never had a ruin that insane in my entire life. I- genuinely, think it broke something in me a little bit. I laid there for like five minutes afterwards just trying to breathe and shaking, every movement I tried to make jostled my cock and felt like I was touching a live wire. When I eventually forced myself out of bed and into my boxers, the chafing of the fabric nearly made my knees buckle. Even hours later while hanging with friends, I went to the bathroom to find my boxers soaked through even though I hadn’t had a single horny thought. My body was reeling from the ruin for what felt like hours and I just… fuck. FUCK.
It was incredible. It was the worst thing ever. I never want to do it again. I also want to do it again. Fuck
