A-to-Z: Tease and denial

I have agreed to do the blogging A to Z challenge, and will publish a under-300 word post from my sex life every day, except Sunday.

My wife and I love teasing: for me it’s a bit more of a love-hate relationship, for her it’s a form of control!

My wife can take me to the brink of orgasm and leave me on edge. I will be desperate, anxious, squirming for a release as her hands slide over my lubricated cock. She knows the pleasure it’s causing, and revels in the power in her fingertips. She will stop and kiss, before bringing me to the cliff-face again and again.

The intensity of the frustration is mind-blowing, the desperation in every pore of my loins is breathtaking; it gets to the point where the slightest touch is ten, a hundred, a thousand times stronger than it would normally be.

But she is in control and there is nothing I can do to hurry my satisfaction along. Indeed, the only thing worse than the frustration of being teased and denied is the desperation encountered by a ruined orgasm.

It is the pinnacle of evil.

It is the height of mischief and sadism.

It is truly horrible.

For me (and I’m sure many men), the hand-job feels good, great or fantastic until the point of no return. At which point, I “hold on” to my ejaculation; the spurting of cum is inevitable, but every stroke, touch or kiss intensifies the climax until I can resist no longer and orgasm.

A ruined orgasm withdraws stimulation at the point of no return. I ejaculate, but don’t orgasm. I squirt cum but don’t come. I am a mess of anxious frustration starting a refractory period.

I am desperate for something: my horniness is not sated, I am not satisfied, but can’t do anything about it.

It is evil, and I have experienced them on only a very few occasions.

But teasing and denial, including the use of chastity cages, is fantastic: it builds tension and arousal until an explosive ending … unless my wife is in a particularly vicious mood.

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