He Edged And Denied Me Over And Over. Broke Me Down To The Point That I Couldn’t Think Straight. No

Wanna get my pussy inspected.

Bend me over because you aren't sure if my little pussy is even fuckable. I'm so shy and embarrassed but when you tell me to open my legs and spread my pussy lips with my hands I do it.

It's even more embarrassing that my little fuckhole gets all wet, as you randomly push your fingers knuckles deep inside me to test how good I could take your big cock because you are not sure if it'll even fit.

A moan slips out of me as you test how puffy and pink my clit is and how good my clenching pussy is.

When you are ready you give my little pussy a grade and go to the next one to inspect.

I hope you'll choose mine...

Fascinating things happen when you notice someone that you recognize as truly special. It’s like there’s a part of you that becomes hyper aware, and it locks in on whatever you’re focusing on.

When that comes alive, it’s almost like you close off your awareness of your surroundings, and it’s just this one thing that commands all your attention, and you can’t ignore it.

It is as if it doesn’t even matter how much you try to turn away, you’re drawn closer. When you have a clear picture about something important, and you focus on it, there is another part of you that begins to take all the stuff that doesn’t matter and pushes it away.

Have you ever noticed how, as soon as your attention becomes aware of a trivial distraction, it shrinks it in your mind and screams at you to focus and snap you’re right back on what really does matter? All you have to do is realize that what you’re doing is important, and this part gets ready. This part that ignores the unimportant will take what really matters and make it grow bigger and brighter in your mind, so that nothing will distract you and the more you try to turn away, the more important this becomes.

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

He edged and denied me over and over. Broke me down to the point that I couldn’t think straight. No words. Just crying.

He told me to beg.

I usually try to say the nice words that I know he loves. Strained words as I hold back my pleasure. Please, may your whore cum? Can she orgasm for you, Sir?

But this time, I just screamed. Frantically repeating please, please, please, please, PLEASE through my tears.

I couldn’t think of anything more.

I couldn’t think at all.

I vow to never cum again. Daddy told me that a girl's orgasm is a vital tool for the pleasure of real Men and never for the pleasure of a stupid inferior girl...

I promise to edge and edge until I'm all stupid and wet, but never cum.

Staying orgasm free means being a good girl. 😇

💞Good girls never cum, good girls rub their brains DUM💞

Pretty sure i accidentally conditioned myself to get horny as soon as i go to type in my password for this forsaken app lmao

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"A simple sexy swimsuit picture, the kind that barely was worth noticing suddenly became a call to embrace the patriarchy, to expose her body, to destroy her boring life and be reborn as something else. It was the power of language: it got inside her head more than anything else, because thoughts were built on language itself-- to read was to let some foreign mental being colonize her brain, just for a little while. To read was to surrender and let someone else’s thoughts inside her. It was a profound intimacy, a sort of consensual mind rape. "

-@theprettynosferatu

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Empty She tried not to listen, she really did-- but the neighbors were making it legitimately impossible, with their shouts and laughter

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Why denial is important:

A good girl knows that she needs to edge. She knows that she needs to edge as much as she possibly can, and stay as frustrated and horny as humanly possible. She knows this because she knows one very important thing:

sex isn’t for her. It’s for the people who use her.  And all of that edging, all of that work to bring herself to incredible levels of frustration and arousal are rendered moot the moment that she lets herself cum. Yes, an orgasm brings with it satisfaction and contentment, and it’s for those exact reasons that a good girl knows better. Because, after all, if she isn’t worked up… if she isn’t frustrated, and her cunt isn’t constantly yanking her attention back down to it, she runs the risk of forgetting one very important thing:

good girls exist to be used. And if she lets herself cum, she loses her edge. She loses all that pent up frustration and need. She loses her need to be used. But, she knows better.

Stressed? Just edge yourself til you see stars princess. Til you're covered in sweat and cum. Til you forget your worries, name, and purpose in life. Til all you can think about is pleasure. Til it feels so good you pass out from the intense feeling. Til that's all you are. Til your mind is all blank and empty and good.