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The woman looked at me through the dimly lit space between us…

Well, she used to be a woman. The last few weeks had helped her shed her humanity and become what she’d always fantasized about being…an almost mindless mass of flesh and lust that could wrap her psyche around nothing but the overwhelming ache induced by countless days of unfulfilled sexual teasing and torture and her compulsion to have me near - for while I was her tormentor, I was also her only contact to touch, to sound, to feeling anything.

I have had a couple of requests to repost this, even though it is still in the site archives. I'm in Las Vegas on business. Anyone else nearby?

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**I do not take credit for this original idea, but I spent some time re-working it to suit My liking. Perhaps you will also enjoy the depth of it. Thoughts are welcomed**

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Do any of you females fantasize about being denied and edged to the point of literally losing your mind (logical cognitive function)?

Please, I'd like to know if there are such extremists in our midst.

~ Delayer

Delayher@gmail.com

because there is something about not cumming that seduces them. Come then, come one and all. Seek out the One who can give rise to that lust in you...there are many here. Cast aside your fear and let One help you realize.

Just My thoughts for the morning. A pleasant day to all.

Why?

Why does the denial inflame Me so?

She will learn to transcend

Glad to see reynard back approving memberships and a hearty welcome to lots of newcomers to the site.

I look forward to seeing this place pick up substantially again.

Delayer

Delayher@gmail.com

Why does she want?

Why does she need?

Why does she seek the deviance of denial?

Why suffer like she does?

It could end so easily

One more touch

One more rub

One more stroke

One more buzzing moment

It could end so easily

The waves crashing

The tension relieved

The suffering ceased

The release so sweet

It could end so easily

She seeks not release

She aches for sweet suffering

She lusts after the tension

She finds strength in holding back the waves

It could end so easily

Relishing that penultimate stroke

I am once again seeking one who craves this and is willing to manage her fears, do what is required, and looks forward to a whole new level of existing.

Serious inquiries only, please.

Delayher@gmail.com
(put Tantalism in subject line so it's not deleted as spam)

she suffers, therefore, she exists...

I am the beginning and the end of her suffering...I am the cause of her suffering, therefore, the cause of her existence.

I am the recipient of her suffering - it feeds Me - her need nourishes Me - enthralls Me...

she is that I may be...Me

Due to circumstances too numerous to mention, I have been somewhat out of the loop and inactive for a time now. Life is mellowing for Me, and I am again seeking one who is truly ready to embark upon this path of discovery. Delayher@gmail.com. Please, no frivilous emails!