Kept waiting

by Dylan

OK, so Ella and I haven’t posted much of late. Seems it’s been basically a solid week since either of us has posted. Sorry to keep you waiting.

But on the theme of keeping one waiting, I’d like to post on one of my favorite sexual practices: orgasm denial. Here, for your reading enjoyment, are three of the many reasons I enjoy orgasm denial (both denying and being denied):

It’s fun during 

It’s greatly pleasurable to watch Ella orgasm. I love seeing her eyes squint as her voice gets gradually louder and louder building up to the release. At the same time, the tension of a denied or delayed orgasm is quite exciting also. I get great pleasure from knowing the urge is building up in her cunt, and building more, as I continue to pound into her. Her legs tense around my waist, her nails dig into my back, and she whimpers, “God, baaaaaaaabyyyyyyy.” And she’ll grasp the nearby sheet tightly enough for her hands to turn red. What’s more fun than knowing your partner is so horny they could go mad?

There’s also the fun of Ella riding me and keeping me in waiting. I love waiting for her. Painful as it may be, I get so excited knowing how in control she is, knowing she’s welcome to ride me and have her way with me as long as she wishes with no worries of sex ending because I cum. A good toy lasts as long as its user wants, right? How much use would I be if I weren’t hard to please her? I go wild when I realize I’m just a cock for her to fuck.

It’s fun after 

Neither of us cool off very fast if we don’t orgasm. So whoever is taking charge gets the fun of teasing the other. It’s a light touch, a kiss, a nibble on the earlobe or neck, a whisper of more to come later that’s only intensified by the orgasm denied earlier in the day. It’s not difficult for Ella to take me out in public when I’ve been denied orgasm and stroke me under a restaurant table as I use all my strength to keep from moaning. Or if she’s been kept in waiting, I can push her against a wall and kiss her extra-sensitive neck as she grasps the back of my shirt. We love to tease, and sex without an orgasm just adds a level of intensity to the teasing.

It’s the ultimate in domination 

Domination and submission are mostly psychological for Ella and me. By which I mean, we don’t use whips or gags and only bind each other lightly. Our actions in a dominant state aren’t to hurt the other person but to remind our partner of his/her submissive state. For example, I greatly love when she has me tied down and takes the precum from my cock and smears it on my face – not for any physical sensation but for the filth factor, the reminder that I’m a dirty, dirty boy. In that vein, orgasm denial is the greatest tool. It clarifies one person’s role as merely there for the amusement of the other. The most intense moment of pleasure in sex is the orgasm, and if the orgasm isn’t there, the sex is merely for the enjoyment of the dominant. Ella rides me and tells me not to cum, but if we’re equals, my pleasure would matter. But my pleasure doesn’t matter, making it clear that it’s all about her. The same goes when I’m in charge. Her twat is then a vessel for my pleasure, and mine alone, since she’s not permitted to derive enjoyment from it.

One of my fond masturbatory memories of orgasm denial was an afternoon when Ella had just finished riding me. She came, I didn’t. She got off and wasn’t about to give my tense body or my stiff dick a break. She proceeded quickly to lower her mouth to my cock and gently kiss and lick. But eventually she pulled away and sat by me as I tried to catch my breath. I thought I was done, until she did what I excitedly remember her doing – she softly grasped my right hand and shifted it into position on my crotch, implying that I was being ordered to masturbate. So I began to slowly stroke. I saw her there, watching me, watching me pant and moan as my hand moved up and down and I could barely lie still. I was a performance piece for her viewing pleasure. It wasn’t about me. When I masturbate, I do it to cum. That afternoon, I was doing it because she got off on watching me suffer and squirm. Just a sex toy.

And to this day, I can hardly keep my thoughts straight when I think about that moment.

I should note that we are not as intense in our orgasm denial as some couples. The longest one of us has ever been denied is a whole day. But we do like being creative about it. Readers, do you partake of orgasm denial? And if so, what are some fun ways to make use of it?

~ by Dylan on November 23, 2008.