Keep those arms and legs spread for him. You will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs outstretched, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. 

First, tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. 

Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.

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Act III: Denial

The play had gained equal parts infamy and acclaim for its unflinching exploration and portrayal of human sexuality. While the plot traversed various time periods and scenarios, the explicit depiction of sexuality kept its many viewers engaged. Most notable was Act III, simply entitled ‘Denial’, which contained an extended period of orgasm denial for the scene’s leading actress. It was designed to represent the juxtaposition of society’s desire for female sexuality with its disposition to suppress it.

As the show became more popular, the strain on the cast became greater, as with any show. However, the lead actress for ‘Denial’ suffered the greatest. While the play itself featured such a long, extended duration of intense sexual activity, with her male counterpart making sure to keep her as tortuously close to orgasm as possible without sending her over the edge, the continuous run of the play was making it harder and harder to bear. In order to maintain the most believable and authentic performances, the director had made the actors consent to various things related to their performances; the female star of Denial had agreed to not orgasm at all throughout the entire run of the play.

At first, the few weeks that it was scheduled seemed feasible, though now that it was already coming to the first month, with so many extra dates added, the torment she experienced on a near-nightly basis was hellish, as were the nights which she had off, the constant internal fight against her urges. Though at least the audience always had the most intense, rawest depiction of denial possible on stage. 

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Looking down, they both see what turns the other one, him watching his length being teased to the brink, her seeing her soft, slippery mound being lapped away at relentlessly. The impulse to keep watching the other’s torment, something which adds to that unyielding ache, is on par with the desire to win the game. It isn’t looking down and seeing their play partners’ mouths slowly tormenting them to the pinnacle that made holding back that much harder; what made it so much more difficult was thinking of how the other person felt. His hips would thrust with each thought of how her clitoris must be pulsing on the edge of orgasm as the girls sucked and licked so intently; her hips writhe with the thought of how it would feel to have tongues wrapping around that pulsing tip, feeling each inch of that length pulsating so closely to erupting. 

The highest pinnacle of sexuality. To imagine just how the other is feeling, such similar sensations in such different places. As pre-cum trailed down his shaft, as her juices trickled down her ass cheeks, they tried to hold on, willing the other to give in, knowing that soon one of them would succumb.

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