hi everyone! this is my intro post once again lol every time i edge i eventually come and then i stop being horny for way too long. lesson learned right? 💕
i prefer asks over dm's!! i get so many dms that i barely check them, so asks get my attention faster! :)
my old streak is 118 days. let's try to make it more!!!
im 23
some kinks: edging, denial, spanking, hair pulling, nipple overstim, degradation/humiliation. i have more but ill add as i go along lol
people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought
you and your lover trying to have quiet sex while you have guests staying over at your home — and they have their palm over your mouth and are shushing you gently with a little smile on their face
being constantly on edge is such a humiliating feeling. red cheeks, plump pussy with a dark red swollen clit even if i didnt touch it today. once i start to think about sex ive soaked through what im wearing. got the couch wet.
it's worse now that im gaining weight. my tits are so heavy. i've always been prone to squeezing my tits all the time but now it's a constant reminder of my changing body. I don't feel like myself now. i've been turned into a slut.
it's like an erotic story. it always seems so fake and overdone until you're living in it. no one actually is horny 24/7 leaking down their legs, turned on by the rubbing of their pants against their swollen clit right?
Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one I’ve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think it’s sooooo hot so here’s my take on it teehee
He’d finally done it.
His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.
Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.
And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.
No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.
His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replica’s slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.
A grin split his face.
Time to play.
—
She’s getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isn’t a single thing she can do without him knowing.
He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.
His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.
And so it begins.
He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.
He doesn’t care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.
It doesn’t take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesn’t undestand.
She’s a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.
Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.
He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. It’s obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.
He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.
He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.
He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.
He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, it’s beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.
His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.
She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.
So he pulls away.
Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesn’t get to cum yet.
His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.
Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.
He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.
When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.
He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.
A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she won’t get.
He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.
And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.
He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.
She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.
He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.
A mistake.
The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.
No, no, sweet thing. That’s against the rules.
He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isn’t enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.
He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.
A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.
But protection isn’t an option anymore. Not from him.
He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.
And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.
She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.
He smiles.
“You’ll learn,” he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.
Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.
Good.
He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.
She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.
He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.
He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.
He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.
Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.
He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.
Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.
Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.
"P-Please—" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.
He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.
With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.
The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.
And still, she doesn’t cum.
Because he won’t let her.
Not until he decides she’s suffered enough.
—
The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.
He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesn’t give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.
On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.
"That’s it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."
And she does.
Hard.
Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.
She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop.
He laughs, low and dark.
"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "I’m just getting started."
Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.
Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.
Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.
Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.
The clit vibrator doesn’t stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.
She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but it’s impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like it’s trying to milk it.
Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like she’ll snap.
He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.
Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.
And still, he doesn’t stop.
He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.
Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.
But it’s not a release.
It’s torture.
Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.
She is nothing now.
Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.
And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.
denied since august 22!! my old streak was 118 and i accidentally went over edging in the shower ugh 💔 didnt edge for a few months but now im ready to start again!
for every note, ill add a day to my mandatory denial! ❤️ feel free to like, comment, repost! the higher it gets, the more obsessively i post on here. im excited to get back to the state where I couldn't do anything without scrolling on tumblr making posts or edging like mad
i want to turn into a nymphomaniac. i think i become one the more i become obsessed with edging
that's what i think i love so much about it. it consumes my whole world into pleasure and fucking.
it morphs my body. growing tits, swollen nipples, aching and needing CONSTANT attention like a perpetual itch.
leaking pussy, twitching deeply at every stimulus or dirty thought. puffy clit. i swear it just feels so different like the edge is changing the shape of my pussy to be more eager and spread out.
im literally becoming addicted and i can't stop myself. it's just too good of a feeling. i genuinely wish i could be edged and pleasured at least 6 hours a day. i don't want it to stop. i want my life to be consumed by this urge
i want to challenge myself to edge at least 2 hours a day. to hand pump my tits an hour too. just a week of it will make me brain dead
i want to religiously take supplements that increase my libido, as many as i can safely take
hypothetically speaking if you had a femme whose tits could milk (like she isn’t pregnant or anything she just naturally does it) what would you do to her? just curious.
hypothetically speaking id be attached to her tits 24/7. addicted to sucking her nipples so much they start to get all sore <3 but i wanna keep drinking my pretty femme's milk even if she whimpers from the overstimulation. wanna see if i can make her leak enough milk it makes pretty trails down her body. place my cock in between her breasts and squeeze them together, milking her tits as i fuck them. because i think it would sooo pretty when my cum and her milk mix together on her skin <3
can you reach an edge while only playing with ur nipples?
it would be so cute seeing u needy and leaking, desperately pinching and teasing at ur nipples, treating them like ur clit while ur pussy drools on the ground
18+ only. age in bio or blocked
oh my god, this got me
the closest ive ever been able to do this was when i had been almost 100 days into my denial. i was literally playing with my nipples as if i was playing with my clit. i could feel my whole pussy quivering. i dont know if i reached a full edge but i was spurting liquid like crazy
now i feel like i need to try this every day until i can do it
i just dont understand why anyone would want to cum if they could stay in perpetual euphoria forever. why cum when you could always be drippy needy slutty and sexy?
convincing you to try long term orgasm denial (part 1?)
to those who strive for long term orgasm denial but don't have the motivation, let me tell you about my experience not cumming for 118 days--edging often--and what that did to me.
if i had known how amazing it felt id have done it so long ago.
my nipples were constantly hard and sensitive. they were longer than usual. just a light touch stroke felt like stroking my own clit. whether this was because i touch my nipples all the time when im horny or just everything getting so sensitive over time? idk. but it was amazing
my tits got bigger too. more sensitive. they felt heavier and reacted strongly to any touch
i spent almost every day obsessively consuming sexual media and if i ever did stop for a few days, it would take ONE WORD--tit, nipple, sex, fuck, ANYTHING, even mouth--to IMMEDIATELY make my cunt throb and drip. and i mean actually immediately
"soft porn" did the same. even kissing scenes. even a provocative photo
instead of getting songs stuck in my head, id literally get the audios id play over and over stuck in my head
i craved exhibitionism
suddenly being intoxicated was a trigger to turn me on?? idk if it was from consuming intox kink content or what but one sip of wine or a hit of smth had me leaking through my panties
theres definitely more but that's all that's on my mind right now. feel free to share your experiences or ask for a part 2!!
this is for all my good girls and boys looking to have the most sensitive tits of their lives. you'll need two 6-sided dice, but if you don't have that, you can use an online number generator twice.
let's start off with the rules.
for 30 days straight, you will stimulate your tits and nipples for at least 30 minutes. this should be a good mix between:
light stroking
soft flicking
hard flicking
rubbing in circles
squeezing
twisting
pulling
milking motions
rolling
scratching
now here's where the dice comes in. one of them will indicate how many more minutes you will add on top of the 30. for every number, it adds 10 extra minutes. (if you roll a 5, that's 50 extra minutes... 80 total!)
the other will indicate which one of these special other means of stimulation you must include at some point. it corresponds to the number:
ice (or something cold) on the nipples
rubber bands tied around the nipples
dragging nipples on carpet or other rough surface
smacking with an object (hairbrush, ruler, etc)
clips on the nipples (hair clips, bobby pins, bag clip, clothes pin)
two of your choice
now here's the kicker--you get to pick which number goes to which.
you roll a 2 and a 5? you either get to stimulate for 50 minutes and clip your nipples OR you stimulate for 80 minutes and tie rubber bands around them.
you roll a 1 and 6? either 90 minutes plus some ice OR two from the list but only 40 minutes.
im so excited to see if people complete this--because ill certainly be trying. i hope that by the end, i have large swollen tits and puffy sensitive nipples that ache every time i put on a shirt ❤️ feel free to send an ask or repost or something if you're trying this out!! I'd kill for updates ❤️❤️❤️
Use my tits every hour of every day. Squeeze them, pinch them, bite them, but most of all suck on them. Suck on my nipples, hard. Like you're feeding from me. Make me present for you and feed you with my tits while you jerk off. Suckle on me until it hurts, until I cry, then keep going and make me cum while you do it. Make it pleasurable. Confuse my silly cow brain.
Make me "feed" your friends in front you. Strip me in front of them, make me jiggle my tits and moo while they watch. Order me to be a good cow and do my job. Then watch as I place my boobs in their mouths one by one and massage my tits while they suckle. Watch me feed your friends again and again and again until you grow too hard and order me to present my pussy so you can fuck it while my tits sway back and forth. Then put them back in your friends' mouths while I'm still full of your cum.
Make me moo and don't let me cum until everyone is fed. Then when they leave, suckle from me and play with my pussy until I beg to cum. Then fuck me again. Unload in my pussy again. Breed me. One day the milk will come. That's what you said, the more we do this, the more we stimulate my tits and my milk will come. I will feed you my milk soon. But until then keep sucking. Please keep sucking. Moo.
