Orgasm Denial Erotica Novels & Stories

The answer from her was so immediate that Will was stunned for a second, before he laughed out loud. At the back of his mind, he thought that he had been laughing a lot lately. "I think that's enough for your part. Now for me." He sighed. "I don't practice anal and suspension bondage. I won't electrocute you or use a knife or any other sharp objects on your body. However, orgasm denial is something I extensively do." Anna let out a long breath and hummed in agreement. She was a bit excited about the orgasm denial thing, but the other things he had mentioned were a bit too much for her. So she was thankful that she would not have to endure them.

God forgive me, I do it. I fuck myself slow and deep and merciless until my vision whites out, until my entire body is one raw nerve. The orgasm coils low and vicious, so close I can taste it. And then I rip my fingers free. The denial is agony. A wounded animalistic sound tears from my throat as I curl into myself on the freezing floor, my thighs slick, my clit throbbing so hard it hurts to breathe. Cole crouches down beside me again and strokes my hair like I’m a pet that finally learned its lesson.

I was so close already, after days of denial. Damien leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, mouth hot against my ear. “You’re going to cum on my cock, Lila. And when you do, I’m going to fill this tight cunt with my cum. Breed you deep. Mark you from the inside so you never forget who owns this body.” The filthy words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit like a storm, walls spasming violently around his thick shaft. I cried out, body shaking as pleasure ripped through me, my pussy gushing around him, milking his cock with rhythmic pulses.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

A thrill, sharp and forbidden, shot through her. He praised her for it. “See? A touch of darkness makes the light so much more interesting.” He introduced her to orgasm denial. One evening, he found her bathing. He didn’t enter the water. He simply sat on the edge, fully clothed, and watched her. His gaze was a physical caress. “Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice soft but absolute. Blushing, her heart pounding, she did. Her fingers slipped between her legs, finding her clit already swollen and eager. She closed her eyes, beginning to circle the sensitive nub, her breath catching.

“You take pictures of me while you are fucking me.” I was getting too close to the edge, I could almost see beyond it. My pussy was throbbing and I was a flick away from the orgasm. “And you—” Before I could finish my sentence, his long fingers grabbed my hand and pulled it away. “Deny you?” he chuckled and I barely stopped myself from slapping him. “NOOOOO,” I cried out loud as the orgasm hit me, yet I couldn’t do anything to prolong it. My pussy clenched empty while my needy clit throbbed. And just as it came, it went, not giving me an ounce of pleasure or release.

The mattress dipped where our bodies pressed together, his weight pinning me down, my legs wrapped around his waist. "Fuck, Aria—fuck—such a tight cunt—" His hand found my tit, palming my small breast, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers. Then his thumb found my clit, rubbing fast circles in rhythm with his pounding thrusts. "I'm going to cum, Aria.” "I want your cum, Uncle Samson. Please. Please cum in me." "Aria—fuck—I want that too—I want it so fucking bad—" My second orgasm built, my pussy starting to clench around his pistoning cock.

Marcus leaned closer, his lips grazing her neck, his breath hot and teasing as he whispered, “Let go for me, Lila. Let me feel you unravel.” His words shattered her restraint. With a final, precise flick of his fingers, he pushed her over the edge. Lila’s body seized, a sharp, keening cry tearing from her throat as the tension that had been building for what felt like an eternity finally snapped. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami, her entire body shaking violently as pleasure consumed her in relentless waves. Her thighs clamped around his hand, her hips jerking uncontrollably as ecstasy pulsed through her, each spasm more intense than the last.

This time she didn’t stop, her fingers rubbed tight, fast circles on her clit while two fingers pumped inside her. Her back arched, and a low moan built in her throat. “Damien… yes…” Damien stopped just a few feet away, still hidden in the deeper shadows. He watched her body tense, her thighs trembled violently and her nipples strained against the thin tank top. He waited, his own cock throbbing hard in his shorts, the head leaking pre-come against the fabric. Lila’s moan grew louder. Her fingers moved frantically. The pressure in her belly finally broke. Her pussy clenched hard around her fingers as the orgasm hit her. She cried out his name one more time, louder than before.

"That's one of my favourite pastimes! Orgasm denial is rather enjoyable for the man." I gawp at him. "You... you enjoy that stuff too?" I ask. Holden shrugs. "Not the whipping and caning, but the fun stuff like handcuffs, toys and well... orgasm denial. Are you into the pain?" I bite my lip and nod. "It's a fetish I guess. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. If you find that middle line, it's incredible!" Holden grins. "Let me show you what I can do." He whispers in my ear before pushing me off him, down onto the bed and straddling me.