Orgasum Denial Novels & Stories

I asked, mock glared at her. “No. Why would I do that?” “If you were, I would have to do something about it.” “And what would that be?” “Orgasm denial maybe.” “Oh no. Please don’t.” “Do you honestly think I would do that to you?” “Well you do try to as often as possible.” “Tell me you don’t enjoy it more when I let you cum.” “I…..it does feel really good.” “That’s what I thought.”

Perhaps afterwards, they could go out and do something. Head over the edge of the bed, Dillon clenched the sheets hard in his fists and he gagged on the aftertaste of semen. As he desperately gasped for breath, he lost himself in the adrenaline and the pleasurably-uncomfortable sensation of lactic acid build-up in his muscles. It burned like hell, but his own orgasm had made it a fantastic experience. Nobody out there would be able to handle the stud that was his boyfriend like he could.

"No thanks." He looks at me weirdly. "You okay, miss?" "Fine," I choke out. "Just... deadline." He walks away. > HEART RATE SPIKE DETECTED. > ORGASM DENIAL MODE: ENGAGED. The toy stops abruptly. The silence between my legs is deafening. I gasp, my body aching for the release I didn't even want a minute ago. Then it slams back on. Max power. BZZZZZZZT.

As I began spinning towards orgasm yet again, I lowered my face back down between Denise's legs, continuing to lap gently at her gorgeous little clitty as I steadily finger-fucked her ass. Denise suddenly wrapped her legs around my head and started screaming, which kicked off both my and Ken's orgasm. He plucked his cock out of my twat with a noticeable pop! and I instantly felt the spray of warm, thick sperm-juice all over my ass and lower back. Todd was coming too, but he refused to pull out of Denise's mouth, holding her viciously by the back of her head, pumping his semen deep into her mouth. Denise's throat was pulsing in and out as she happily drank his cum with a gurgle of pleasure. W

He lifted my hips slightly, thrusting his tongue inside me, his nose pressing against my clit as he worked me towards an orgasm. As soon as I was close, he slowed down, changing to just kissing the inside of my thigh until I calmed back down. “Noah, please,” I cried, my body on edge after the third time he denied me my orgasm. “Please let me come.” After the sixth or seventh time, he sat back and smirked. Smirked. Which completely killed my mood. “Noah, you’re an ass.” I broke out of Theo’s hold and rolled out of bed. Noah was shouting after me, but I just gave him the finger as I walked into Callum and Oscar’s en suite bathroom and locked the door behind me.

Because all the way to the car, all the way with my pulse still too high and my thoughts coming apart at the edges, one sentence kept trying to surface and I kept shoving it back down. I’m not gay. I’m not. I’m not. But for the first time, the denial sounded thin even to me.

She'd forgotten that the clamps also vibrated, and she wondered when he would turn them on. When he brought the object to her sex, he increased the pressure, rubbing it against her seam, coating it with her juices. Jackie squirmed, ready for the vibrator to be inside. "Okay, Princess, here we go." With a sly look up at her face, he slid the dildo into place as Jackie groaned. "Like I said, orgasm denial is one form of correction. The opposite of that is forced orgasm." Leaving the object in place, he moved up to her ear. "I'm going to enjoy watching you come time after time after time," he whispered.

I was close but he just had to change the pace. “Beg for it.” My eyes widened. Why was this man so cruel? I take back everything I said about him being nice. “Please, Saint. Let me come.” “Tsk. That’s not good enough. Seems like you don’t want it at all.” Tears gathered in my eyes and I was close to crying. I’d read a lot of books but I didn’t know that orgasm denial was this frustrating. “Fuck, Saint. Please, please, please. I beg of you. I’ll do anything. Just please.”

“It was a guy, right? A man. And you enjoyed it so much. You’re twenty-two. You’ve never dated. You’ve never let yourself even get close to a woman. Have you ever truly desired a girlfriend? Have you ever... felt this way for a girl?” My chest tightened, a familiar, painful coil of fear and denial. Don’t say it. Don’t let her put a name to the monster. “That’s completely different,” I said, my voice sharp and cold. “This was chaos. This was male-on-male physicality fueled by stress and three gin and tonics. It means nothing about my actual preferences. I was high, Sasha. I was running away from my life and everything else. It was a mistake.” “Leo, that is the most stupid denial I’ve ever hea

" Several interns behind me gasped, but I didn't even lift my eyes to look at him. "Mr. Duran, I only admit my patients based on their illnesses, not their money. And I will not treat your sister's illness. Kindly take your black card and get out of my office." Adrian laughed coldly. He sneered, his eyes filled with utter contempt. "So, you're not confident that you can cure my sister? And you call yourself a top expert and top authority in cardiology? I bet it's all just empty talk!" "Don't argue anymore, Adrian… My chest hurts…"