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10/31

Never a warning, never a sign of any change, yet it was always the same day: October 31st.

She always ensured she stayed at home, the intoxicating aroma of dread, arousal and anticipation in the air, keeping her in the house every night on this date as if a prisoner in her own home.

It was always the same pattern. She would lie in bed, drifting off into the arms of sleep, when the night was at its most still and silent, the moonlight always shining through as if to bathe her in the most erotic glow for the unseen intruder, a preemptive spotlight.

At first, it was simply a gentle tease, like the softest of fingertips slowly alerting her body, tracing up and down her frame and waking both her mind and senses. It brought about feelings that made her want to touch herself, though whatever it was, it never allowed her to do such a thing. It wanted her pleasure brought about by itself alone.

Not once was a sound made except for her own breathing. Even after all this time, she still couldn’t stop herself from calling out to it, even though she knew there would be no reply. That moment was always when things began to get too much… it always became too much by the end.

Just keep teasing yourself, don’t lower yourself down any further. Just let that inch penetrate you, making you want so much more. I know you want nothing more than to take it all deep inside you, but you’ve got to wait and anticipate it until every inch of you screams out for it. After all, you must know how much I also want to feel that tight, soft wetness wrap around my entire length. Good girl, keep letting just the tip slip up and down. If only you could feel how much the rest of my cock is pulsing in anticipation of being inside you. I want you at that point where you know that you will come the moment you take every inch of me within you.

Get ready to thrust down on me…

Now… take it all.

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Feeling the sensitive parts you want the most, the differences that will very soon unite you so intensely. The softness and the hardness, the firmness and the wetness. Feeling the same pulsing desire that the other can feel just the same. It’s these moments before which linger on your mind most afterwards. The more you explore, the more you want to be explored.

Watching him penetrate her makes you wonder how it must feel to have a part of your body inside that soft wetness. That slick little space is so hot, smooth and inviting that even your fingers want to slip within; the desire must be unbearable for that hard cock. Your eyes can’t keep from lingering on her. How you know just what it feels like to be taken that way, the fulfilment of having it thrust so deeply inside.

Your fingers work as hard and fast as that cock pounding her so intently, knowing that as she trembles and quivers in the throes of orgasm, your own pleasure will want to spill over. But no, you will hold it back once again, ready for him to fuck you just the same, to let him feel all that pent-up longing surrounding his length the moment he presses himself within that dripping wet haven. You want to come just like her. You won’t. You will merely watch her climax as they watch you shudder on the brink again and again.

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The words that you want to be pulled from you again and again and again…

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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.

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.

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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The Masseuse

If he knew how much he’d be internally screaming out with need for an orgasm, he’d have never denied himself for so long.

Having abstained from masturbation, he had decided to book a massage to unwind with his long-time masseuse, though never had he expected it to become so sensual. She would massage his body with the most tender touches, her hands so attentive as they caressed his back, arms and shoulders before moving to his legs. When she had done this before, there was only the slightest hint of sexuality, the lightest touch a little closer under the towel than he’d expected. This time, however, it was as if she knew that he had abstained for weeks and wanted him to suffer.

He wasn’t surprised when he turned up and found the masseuse with a female accomplice; often, the pair massaged him together. What did surprise him, however, was that the trainee focused only on his upper body while his masseuse concentrated only on his lower body. It was clear right from the beginning that she intended to make life as difficult as possible, to set his imagination alight. Instantly she brushed her hands up under the towel, sweeping along his buttocks, then his inner thighs, just enough to have his mind’s eye focused on his manhood which she was so close to. Her hands crept further and further upwards with every movement as she stroked along his upper legs.

Exhibitionism (The Nightclub)

Give in to your exhibitionist desires once again, letting your imagination take hold as you tease yourself in a nightclub.

An instructional audio tease focusing on indoor public play.

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