I have been orgasm denying myself since before Thanksgiving, all for today, my birthday.

Over the course of the day, I’m going to edge once for each year I’ve lived (26).

Then, maybe, I’ll have him fuck my brains out.

I like to think this is slightly more sophisticated than all those spanks and the pinch, though I’m not saying no to those, either.

(This is my first real orgasm denial experiment. This morning I woke up to a dream of him kissing my neck like cunnilingus funtimes. I am wet wet wet. Hoping to make it to 26.)