Snowflake had a fantasy fulfilled, a rope tied to her headboard, cuffed to it, with a vibe on a teasing pattern pressed against her clit, unable to do anything about it…
That issue of not being horny enough…Well, it’s no longer an issue. I have been so horny all day. More specifically, frustrated. Throughout the entire day, I’ve just had this dull ache, and it starts to get irritating, then I remember that I want to cum. Then it’s even more irritating because I can’t. I’m rather surprised that I can say that I’m genuinely happy to have this feeling back. I missed it. I don’t know why I’m so shocked that I love being so frustrated and horny. It’s kind of comforting in a way.
The cuffs and vibe killed me, in the best way possible. A lot of it was just the mentality (as obviously it’s pretty easy to get out of them…) but struggling was still fun. Truthfully, as much as I wanted to turn the vibe off, I also hoped that I would have to keep it there until it died. 😡 In that moment, I felt so controlled. I wanted to cum so badly, and the vibe kept me on that edge, never pushing me over. I can’t even begin to describe how much I loved it. Feeling so helpless, and being all the more turned on by that.
My heels finally got here. They fit, and they are rather hooker-ish. It’s great. When I took them out of the box, I was rather unimpressed, thinking that the heel wasn’t that high, then I put them on, and quickly recalculated. I’m sure I’ll get to break them in soon.
The ‘deep throat banana’ reminded me of something. One of my old..“exhibitionist buddies” used to have me practice deep throating on cam. Not that I’m volunteering to do THAT again, however, it made me think about what else I may be forgetting. So, I think when I have some free time, I’m going to dig up some old conversations and probably rediscover some fantasies that I’ve long since forgotten.
I guess I’ve noticed that I want to cum less and less, but also more and more. I don’t really get it. On a very basic level, I want to cum, just to feel some relief. But beneath that, I never want to cum. I want to feel like this. Always. The longer that we do this, the more I love denial and what it does to me. It’s a bit scary. In the beginning, I knew I liked denial, but I didn’t know how much more I could love it. Anyways, now I’m really horny, and I’m going to sleep before it gets worse.