I texted him yesterday telling him how badly I needed it. Denial always makes me a little bit desperate.

“I know you do, dear,” he replied. “But no cumming.”

“For how long?”

“Long.”

I pouted down at my phone. I’ve been busy enough that I can keep my mind off of it, but sometimes I cannot help myself. “Why?”

“Because it reminds you that you’re owned.”

Whatever you need, whenever you need it.

I promise.

I just figured out she’s Dolores.

As in, this Dolores:

That’s right. I am barely holding it together. I just fell in love with the same woman twice.

This has been a post.

Siiigh.

Bye bye, camping season.

The other day, I was feeling naughty and I called him. He said that he was walking home and I told him that all he had to do was listen.

I talked dirty, rubbed my cunt and told him how badly I wanted him. I miss the way he fucks me, I miss how full I feel and how spent I am afterwards. He talked me on, telling me the things he knows make me squirm.

When I was close, I begged him to let me cum. He chuckled in the way that made me realize I wouldn’t, but he drew it out, making me tease myself while he read a list he had found on tumblr of reasons why orgasm denial is a good thing for girls. Girls, he added, just like me.

Still, I begged.

“Even after I read you that list?” he teased, “after I told you all those reasons?”

I huffed, “it was the same six reasons over and over in different phrasing.”

“They’re six good reasons,” he replied.

So, I’ve been on denial ever since, no cumming at all. Hmph.

Not all of getting ready is getting dolled up.

Tonight, he went off to a munch and I was off on a bar crawl with my cohort.

Now is right about when I wish we could come home and fall asleep together. It’s weird, having basically lived with him for a while and now living quite far apart but still being together.

Sigh.