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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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Her dull, conservative husband had barely left the house when Kitty removed the flexible retainers from each nipple and replace them with her nipple bars. Minutes after that, she had her dildo in hand as she scrolled through her favorite sites. It had started with just a little curiosity about all the family destroying filth…
The air was thick and hot in the well appointed bedroom, and the space filled with the sharp tang of sweat mixed with the cloying sweetness of arousal, accompanied by moans and the rustle of silk sheets. A large dildo rested on the bedside table, a silent promise of things to come. “Mmmm Babe, this…
The chatroom was Kathy’s downfall. She unraveled slowly, but the chatroom remained at the center. Of course porn wasn’t new to Kathy, it was everywhere on the internet after all. As she got older she found herself more and more drawn to it. At first just curious and then her imagination taking hold as she…
