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If youre reading this, you should start touching yourself 💕

Get yourself right up on that leg shaking, core melting edge and keep yourself there. Just stay there and whine and whimper and dont you dare stop touching.

Just keep rubbing, just keep holding on. Hold it as long as you can, youre doing so so well slut! 💗

And when you just cant take it anymore, let yourself cum and rip that touch away.

Hands on your legs to keep them open if you have to, but no touching. Let that pleasureless orgasm rip through you and make you even more desperate to be touched.

Good slut! Now ruin again! 💗

i need him to put me in my place :(( i need him to eat me out or rub my tdick with his fingers or use a vibe or a strap or fuck me with his fingers and drive me so close to edge and then stop…i crave him telling me no, making me wait for it, making me cry. i need it

I think this pretty little bimbo is thinking wayyyyy too much, let's give her a hand! (or something else to ride~)

notes will close on 7/3/24 at 11:59pmmm, which is when my no-touch denial endsssss. i will finally be allowed to touch but i still wont be able to cummmmm sooooo make me stupid EDIT: it's been up for 35 minutes and i already have almost 34 hourssss of edginggg heeheh 1 hr: 62.75 hrs edgingggg heeheheheh

4 hrs: 97.75 hrs edginggg!!!! eeeeeee

ok …. u know the whole

“u already came!! why would i keep going? i know what it feels and looks like to see you cum, don’t fucking lie to me.” when u didn’t kink trope (hot and sexy ouuughhhh denial)

OKAY!!!!

think… walk with me …..

“no.. i don’t think you came pup :( trust me! i know what pupcunts like yours feel like when they cum, come on i’m not stopping until you do” into force overstim under fauxsympathy cuz ur dom isn’t mean enough to let u go without cumming … ok … OKAY!!!!! wooh…. got flustered …….

You know what to do. She needs it. Help her out.

1 reblog = 1 day denied 💖🎀

punish me for being disobedient, I beg you 🥺

Ends August 11th, you have a week to make me regret cumming without permission 17 times. Make me suffer?

thinking about how badly i need someone to tie me down and force me to just take whatever they want

edging? yes please

overstimulation? god, i need it

just need to forget everything for a while and have someone else make all the decisions

i haven’t been allowed to cum for 8 days. EIGHT WHOLE DAYS

i’m going to blow up

i wanna cum so bad i just want sir to let me cum

My very high brain is obsessedd with orgasm control rn omfgg i wana let someone have full control over how much pleassure my needy cunnie getz i wanna not have a say in if i get to cum or not no matter how much i beggg. Maybe even getting punished with a ruined orgasm if i complain too muchh >_<

Oh, what I’d give right now to take a nap in my favourite sheets, lying on my tummy in a soft top and skimpy panties that'd feel so good against my skin, one leg all hitched up so I could rub myself against the sheets juuust that little bit, just to keep that tiny spark of arousal going, getting all fuzzy from being wet and sleepy.

I bet I’d dream of you, dream of you finally getting home, of you seeing how good I’ve been, seeing how ready I am for you, just from thinking about you.

I bet you’d smell me by the time you’d finally walk into the room, heady and intoxicating, and you’d remember what I tasted like when you made me scream from your tongue just the night before. You can smell me right now, can’t you?

You’d chuckle, knowing how dilated my pupils must’ve been when I put on those panties to lie down, seeing my pussy peeking out of them all puffy and rosy.

I bet you’d take your sweet time making sure everything is the way it’s supposed to be, making sure I was good and did what you asked me to do before you went out. You’d be pleased to see how well I did but even more pleased to see one tiny mistake, not even hidden too well, in the middle of the living room. You know exactly what I need, always, don’t you?

So I know that you’d make your way to the bedroom, quietly, softly as not to wake me. You wouldn’t undress, you’d only open your belt, take out your cock, and start checking just how wet I am.

I’d be so swollen that my lips would be slightly parted, clit peeking out, blooming just for you what is usually perfectly hidden. You’d trace a finger through me to gather some slick, smearing it over your head, already red, already hard.

You’d take my cheeks in hand, you’d caress them, spread them apart, relish in the clicky-sounding smack my folds make when they are parted, all sticky. I’d shift my hips, my dream getting more intense, spreading myself apart for you in my haze.

You wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from licking me, just once, just to make sure I taste exactly like you remember, but I’d taste even better, wouldn’t I? Because I never cleaned myself up after taking your load just before you went out three hours ago. You didn’t have to ask me not to, I knew. I always know, don’t I? You’ve trained me well.

You’d take a moment to contemplate what to do, how to enjoy me, but in the end, you decide to be kind. You’d take my hips in hand, lift my butt just so and you’d caress my pussy with your cockhead, once, twice, before slowly pressing in, just the tip. Just the tip so you could revel in the hitch of my breath and my little moans, revel in the way I’d fidget in my sleep, accidentally fucking myself on your cock, back and forth with little twitches of my hips, massaging you so delicately.

You’d refrain from looking at where I’m slowly opening up around you, my entrance dragging back and forth, just to see my brows furrowed, to see my plush lips open around my gasps, to see my eyes flutter open. You’d groan seeing my confused look, my dumb brain not catching up, not understanding the sensations just yet.

You’d wait for the exact moment I’d meet your eyes before finally sinking home in one thrust, too deep, too fast, just how I like it. You wouldn’t wait for me to understand, wouldn’t even wait for me to gasp before starting to fuck me into me, rough, fast, loving the slick sounds of my cunt, my pleas of "s' too much, please" "no, no, don't" when you hit all the right places.

I’d squirm around you, trying to get away from the overwhelming feeling, confused still and sleepy, but you’d hold me in place, no effort at all, you’d pin me down with one hand on the small of my back and fuck and fuck and fuck into me until I’d be nothing but a teary mess, begging so sweetly, so desperately.

I’d be on the verge of coming and you’d know, you’d know because of how I’d clench and flutter around you, you'd know because of how my thighs would tense up, taut and how I’d be begging “please, please I need… I can’t… Sir, please let me, please, I’ve been so good Sir”. And you’d know that I don’t have permission to come.

You’d know and that is exactly why you’d choose that moment to pull out and slap my cunt so hard that I couldn’t help but come, and you’d chuckle at knowing that you’d ruined it by pulling out, ruined it by not saying a word, ruined it by not burying yourself deep into that pussy and shooting your load so violently I’d’ve come all over again.

Instead, you’d turn me around, grabbing your cock and stroking yourself to the view of my tears, my devastation and you’d come at the sight of my devotion, thick ropes covering my teary lashes and drooly lips, heaving softly.

“Good girl.”