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Edging, chastity, withheld release, and the ache of not getting what is wanted yet. Denial stories stretch the hottest moment until it becomes a command, a punishment, or a promise that keeps moving out of reach. The pleasure is in delay, in control, and in the growing desperation underneath the teasing. Expect flashes where the ending matters less than how long someone is made to wait for it.
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The girl struggled, but three slaps on her cunt settled her down quickly. Miss caressed the girl’s ass before beating a tattoo of slaps on each cheek. She felt the girl squirm beneath her, the whimpers only egging her on.
But the time she finished and the girl’s cheeks were bright red, several people were watching. Mia leant down and whispered in her ear.
“Now that you’ve learned your proper place, a reward for being a Good Girl.”…
That's it Princess, no cummies. Only edges. Feel the need controlling your body. Every muscle demanding release it cannot have. Say it. Say it for me. No more cummies. That's my Good Girl. We're going to do that five more times and then, if you're a very good girl and ask nicely, I'll let you ruin…
Read storyStop? Oh, I'm not stopping any time soon. And neither are you. You're going to pant and moan and writhe and beg. But you're still not going to cum. You gave your cummies and I won't give them back. I might… let you ruin. If you ask me nicely enough…
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enied cunt. Stretched ass. Up and Down. Keep humping. Be a good sex toy. Go deeper. Get more desperate. Ride that cock, feel it fill your ass. No cumming. Never cumming Up and Down. Never stopping. Good sextoy.
Kathy babbled incoherently as the vibrations of the wand broke her down bit by bit. The thrusting of the strap into her eager pussy only added to the overwhelming pleasure. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t tell how long it had gone on for. She just needed it to not stop. Soon there would be nothing left,…
By Mia Sumner Three… Four… Five hours. Do you even know how long it’s been now? You were going to go to the gym, you cancelled. You were supposed to meet friends, you cancelled. You need to sleep, but you can’t stop. Writhing, rubbing, fucking your needy pussy. Bringing yourself right to the edge. So…
Her dull, conservative husband had barely left the house when Kitty put in her nipple bar and got her dildo out. It had started with just a little curiosity about all the family destroying filth her husband campaigned against. Could it really be so vile? Link by link, site by site she explored and learned.…
By Mia Sumner Don’t be fooled. She’s not being forced. She’s submitting. Letting this happen. Her body aches with need. A nagging empty feeling that lingers inside her. Her muscles weak. Her skin sensitive to the touch. Left still on edge. Her orgasm, claimed and taken. To have someone willingly do that for you is…
Mia smirked. Only minutes ago her friend Melanie had been telling her how there was just no way another woman could give her what she got from her boyfriend. Now, here she was squirming and moaning on Mia’s practiced fingers. Of course there had been some feeble protest but from the moment Mia’s hand cupped…
“Good girl.” Beatriz whispered. “Stop fighting it. Let’s go over our product line and pricing…” She began speaking, describing the various office supplies they offered, her voice hypnotic. Natalie tried to pay attention, but her eyes kept drifting back to Beatriz breasts and then down to her thighs, noticing the way her skirt hugged her…
“The others? Oh they aren’t coming today. That was just a little white lie. You though, well… if you’re a good girl.” Mia’s fingers pumped in and out the blonde, freshman’s pussy. They were always so easy to seduce. Some attention, some praise, then a few hints to fan the flame of their curiosity. That’s…
Consciousness returned reluctantly with the jolting movement of a gurney. Eyelids sticky with sleep pulled themselves open to see an anonymous ceiling passing by. The smell of antiseptic stung your nose. You tried to move, but every part of your body seemed pinned in place. Panic set in, heart pounding, brain screaming for freedom as…
The file came from an unknown number with a text that simply said “listen”. Of course, Kathy ignored it. And the file that came the next day. And the next. And then on day 15, no chime from her phone. Kathy checked and checked, but no message appeared. For a moment she considered responding to…
