Tag : denial-poetry

Who’s the girl in the mirror, 

is it me or someone else?

Bra off, hair down, carefree.

I can feel she loves herself.

It can’t be me, can it? 

She seems so far away.

Little baby steps he told me, 

but each one seems so big.

I look again.

It’s hidden by her hair, the link between us.

I reach up, touch what he’s had me wear.

I know the journey’s begun.

James – edging.space


I promise, I’m totally sane.

Waking up early to get the first edge happening

Most beautiful day ever!

Overthinking thin air

Biking and singing and feeling like a Queen

Feeling all muscles at yoga

Getting aroused by the end relaxation because Cal’s fucking goddamn curse

Drowsy happy

Horny as fuck, edge 2

All men must bow down before my greatness

Overthinking… again

Bouncing up and down the house and shower

Edge 3, fuck, audio’s are hot stuff

Please please please let me come

I don’t need you, or you, or you! Girls run the world!

Please hurt me… bad

Oh god I need about 10 dicks right now

I am a strong independent woman and you’re gonna let me ride you this fucking instant!

Am I being pushy? Or not enough? I just. Argh I want you

Figuring out when my next edge will be. Too fucking long from now

I love storm! Toing toing toing

Please abuse me

Overthinking again

Laughing at my own sillyness, being such a desperate mess.

Still 7-8 hours to go till the day is over.

WickedLittleBitch, this is magnificent.
It’s been a long while since we’ve any denial poetry!
Good work!

#juno30days edging haiku: Slippery Slope


Desperate twisting.
Rhythmic writhing edges me
near slippery slope.

Oh hell yes, let’s get some Denial Poetry happening!

Thigh on thigh pressed hard,
an ecstasy of squeezing.
Good girls mustn’t cum.

Or a limerick:

A cute little slut this last Crimbo
Decided to become a bimbo
Dressed up like a slut
With a plug in her butt
She spent her days edging, akimbo

Did someone at the back of the class just mutter something about Vogons?!

Alright you do better!