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.