Month: August 2018

goodroughguy:

“Please may I cum, Sir?”

No. If you feel like you want to ask to cum, I want you to say “Please don’t let me cum, Sir. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir. Please don’t let me cum, Sir.”

I won’t. Get close. You can almost feel it, can’t you?

“Yes, Sir, I can. Please, Sir, please, please, please!”

Please what?

“Please… don’t… please don’t let me cum, Sir.“

Good girl. Don’t worry, I don’t want you to cum either. I just want you so close you can’t think of anything else. Stay right there.

“Yes, Sir, oh God, please don’t let me cum. Please Sir don’t let me cum…”

Good girl. Now tell me you don’t want to cum. That you don’t ever want to cum.

“Yes, Sir. Oh, please don’t let me cum, Sir. I don’t want to ever cum.”

Never?

“No, Sir. Please never let me cum.”

Never again… very close please. A breath away.

“No, Sir, never. God, fuck, please don’t ever let me cum.”

Alright stop edging, and give that orgasm back to me. Let it fade away until it’s gone, then we’ll edge you again.

“It’s yours, Sir. Thank you for taking my orgasm.”

You’re very welcome. Oh… you’re trembling.

“Yes, Sir.”

That’s so lovely. Fingers back between your legs now. Let’s make this one really hard.

goodroughguy:

It’s just getting worse since I told you not to cum from my blog, isn’t it?
You could just go to other blogs. You could avoid mine. But every time, you find your way back. A little rubbing even before you realize it. Over, then under your clothes.
Then it’s you, pants and panties down, mind fuzzy as you edge so close to orgasm. All you want is to feel it, but you’re not allowed. So you edge till you can’t take it anymore, then stop.
You close your legs, squeezing a little, as the pleasure you might have had fades away. Next time, you promise yourself, you won’t come to my blog.