Being up over two weeks without sexual release for the first time ever is starting to gnaw at me (sixteen days, but who’s counting…oh, yeah, I’M counting). I wake up with a serious case of the carnivorous butterflies every morning and find myself kinda jumpy and buzzy at different points during the day. I have a feeling Belle’s craving a little bunny lovin’ herself, but what with Mr. Winky currently in recovery mode, there’s no hope of getting him wet in the foreseeable future.
This morning my urges were so powerful they stopped being about having sex, per se, and were more about just consuming her. I wanted to simultaneously bite her, envelope her entire body in mine, crush her in my arms, and just fuck the holy hell out whatever was left. It was all very reptilian. Of course, I didn’t do any of those things. I tried my very best to remain the sweet and gentle mate she requires me to be.
And that, my friends, is where a lot of this orgasm denial stuff trips my trigger. My animalistic, testosterone-soaked hunk of burning love being smothered by the cool cascade of her feminine power. I’m all strain and frustration and spring-loaded desire and she lies there exuding collected calmness and just smiles at me. If we were cartoon characters, she’d be a sexy sheep striking a Mae West pose and I’d be a wolf with a steam whistle blowing out of his raggedy top hat.
Belle tells me she might allow me to come to orgasm tonight, but only if the piercing looks and feels better and only through manual stimulation. No penetration. My mouth goes dry at the thought. I so badly want to come but I also so badly want to fuck her that I may – impossibly – keep waiting until the new hole in my dick heals more completely. Pardon me while I go curl up in the corner and softly whine to myself.
This morning my urges were so powerful they stopped being about having sex, per se, and were more about just consuming her. I wanted to simultaneously bite her, envelope her entire body in mine, crush her in my arms, and just fuck the holy hell out of whatever was left.
:nods nods:
Yup, that happens to me about 3 weeks in, and will recur every few weeks after I get over it. It’s odd how at some point it’s not even about coming, it’s about… something else entirely.
I’ve been thinking of getting a piercing, too.
My wife likes messing with my nipple piercing. She yanks it when we are fucking, just to give me a bit of pain.
I’m not sure about the cock though…I’m sure I could be persuaded but I’m not going to rush out and do it of my own accord.
Nipples were my first thought when I started thinking about piercing below the neck, but from what I’ve read, they hurt like a mofo when you get them done and they take months to heal. Neither of us were very interested in removing my nipples from our repertoire for half a year. However, the thought of her pulling on a couple of rings attached to my chest *is* a major turn-on.
Mine didn’t hurt and didn’t take ages to heal.
Actually it felt kinda good.
How long would you say it took it to heal? And by “heal”, I mean she was able to pull on it and otherwise yank you around?
Belle’s concerned about what her family would think if her husband suddenly show up on the beach with pierced nipples. At least the PA is hidden.
I’d say it took about a week to heal.
It was about ten years ago though.