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Yesterday I set my homemade dildo on the edge of a piece of furniture which is the perfect height for me to rest the base of it on so I can vary my pressure by bending my legs a bit. I put it in my wet pussy, which is wet and aroused just about all the time now, and did my breast massage routine.
I put oil on my breasts (lavender scented, also homemade) and give them a vigorous 20 min massage. So as I'm rubbing my oiled mams I'm pushing this dildo into me. It's not a very long dildo, narrow at the tip to improve penetration, but it get's gradually wider to a point that I cannot pass it all the way in. I press it in until I can feel my sphincter stretching. Like with any exercise, it's “stretch till you feel the burn”. I was feeling it. As I massaged, I bounced up and down on the dildo, stretching myself. My arousal became extreme. I felt the orgasm very near and I still have most of the 20 minutes to go. I figured if I could come this way, I should just let it happen.

I became sexually aware at a very young age. Experiencing masturbation and orgasms possibly as early as 3 or 4 years of age. This was generally achieved by rubbing against things and not touching my genitals directly. It never involved my nipples and breasts.
I couldn't care less about breasts as a child. The chest seemed to be a nonsexual part of the body to me. But one thing I did notice, was that my nipples were intensely sensitive. If they were accidentally touched or brushed against anything it was accompanied by a feeling I could not understand. I would feel shame at the pit of my stomach and at the same time like I had been touched between the legs somehow through my nipples. I felt violated and avoided any contact with my nipples, hating it when something happened that would stimulate them.

It is again 6 days since I last had an orgasm and I am still waiting for my body to be so ready to cum that I do it without touching my genitalia. It seems that my earlier success was largely due to the onset of my menstrual cycle which gets my hormones really raging. Now I don't seem to have that same edge, so the orgasms have not been mine to have.

Sometimes I feel so incredibly horny and I try to let the orgasm come, but then the impossibility of it happening becomes so apparent I have to just give up and go without. It is interesting, not knowing when I will be able to come again. I really don't want to come any other way, knowing it is possible without touching my pussy, and not wanting to let go of all the sexual tension I have gained.

I have achieved hands-free orgasm! After five days of stimulation without an orgasm, the past few being with intense horniness, I was able to orgasm without touching my clit or vagina. I should probably add that I have been heavily stimulating my breasts and nipples as of the 16th of this month and that alone has kept me in a constantly aroused state, even without denying myself orgasms.
Last night, I had been stimulating my breasts and nipples and had rubbed my clit close to orgasm, but not there. Feeling incredibly horny I laid down and tried willing myself into having an orgasm. My body seemed to have a mind of its own, becoming rather rigid. My clit felt not unlike a tiny penis that I was pushing forward as if to fuck something. My hands were straight down on my upper thighs, not touching my crotch at all. I even adjusted my clothing to be sure that it was not providing my genitals with any stimulation.

Oh no, I think as I walk through the door here and see that it is the bald girl who will be attending to me today. She is a bit rough and unlike the others, asks more of me.
She sits me down in the chair and has me lean into the backrest.
"You feel the back of the chair?" she asks.
I feel it, distinctly against my naked skin, cool and solid.
"No matter what I do to you, I don't want your back to lose contact with the chair," she says. "You got that?"
I nod my head.
"Okay then, we'll begin."
She comes at my nipples with both hands. With her first and middle fingers held together on each hand, making one giant finger of her two little ones, she attacks my nipples. Her fingertips plunge deep into my puffy areolae already plumped by the 20 minutes of machine suction they have already gone through to prepare me for this ordeal. I gasp at first, afraid she will hurt me poking so fast and deep into my vulnerable flesh while my back is pressed against this chair. It would take only a tiny bit more pressure to have me in pain, but she holds me here, on the very brink of serious discomfort. My nipples are suffocated as she rubs them, deep sensation coursing through me from them. She jiggles my breasts.

Well, as promised, here is the feedback on the ruined orgasm weekend. I fell way behind my intended quota, mainly because this weekend ended up being unexpectedly hectic and my Aunt Flo came to visit, resulting in a much lower sex drive. I managed to get in about 10 ruined orgasms. One thing I noticed about them was that since my body has learned to really appreciate the edge, the feeling right before the orgasm as I went over (but then stopped) was just about as intense as an orgasm. Like Jester observed in his experience blog, I think my body has learned to "accept edges as orgasms" as well. I'm very happy to have added these intense feelings to my sexual experience and being. That right there prolongs orgasm because just the feeling of getting there in almost equally as intense as a full-blown orgasm, and extremely lovely in and of themselves.

I know I haven't been posting regularly about my progress this month, mainly because there has not been much to say about it on a day-by-day basis. I started out the month with a period of tease and denial that went over a week and then restricted myself to a once-a-day orgasm. I know that seems like not much to some people, but for me, especially after a denial period, it takes several orgasms to really bring me down to a non-sexual state. Orgasm rationing has kept me on a low simmer. I don't feel like I'm vibrating, but I am always aroused. My clit has been proof of that, staying in its swollen state and now like a little hard nob that sits atop my pussy.

I know, this is geeky. Who has sexual fantasies about cultural paradigms? I do! Chalk it up to too much National Geographic when I was a kid. This is a very old sexual fantasy of mine. I started masturbating and orgasming as far back as I can remember. This is one of my earliest fantasies...

The setting is some comfortable and ideal wilderness of your choice and herein people live in a very interesting culture. These people are very superstitious and will not even go out of their homes without taking precautions. The most important thing is that a person, when outside of their home or other protected space, must stay sexually aroused so that their spiritual energy will be strong enough to ward off attacks from evil spirits. To begin their day they must masturbate or be masturbated into arousal before beginning there day. Staying sexually aroused is so important, that people help each other stay aroused as much as they can. Instead of handshakes, nipple play, dick stroking or clit manipulation make up a friendly greeting. Of course its necessary for people to do some labor intensive work in which this is difficult, so individuals who will stimulate the workers (and themselves) are highly valued as part of the workforce.

Well, I had my first felt orgasm last night. I had been teasing myself all day and working my nipples purple. When it finally was time to allow the big o, I positioned the suction device (turkey baster sucker) onto my clit and I tied my legs tightly together. I did, in fact, re-tie them a few times to get them as snug as I could, so that they were squeezing together even when the muscles were all relaxed. I pumped the device, feeling my swollen tortured clit being drawn deep in, pulling and then being shaken back and forth. Nothing is actually touching my clit during this, it is the suction pressure and the air moving the clit which gives the stimulation. The mouth of the device pinched by surrounding labia minora in places, so there was a mild element of pain present too. I played with my well-tormented nipples and edged myself several times before finally allowing myself to cum. The orgasm was fantastic as any orgasm would feel after 9 days. Having my legs tied together subdued it somewhat, but my clit spasming and suspended in air pumped waves of pleasure into me. As they subsided I could feel my body gearing up for another orgasm. (I'm very multi-orgasmic) But that was it, I'd had my one and it was time for bed.

Last night was my night to orgasm. Before I came I wanted to ride the edge to get myself really worked up for the big cum. I tried, but must have gone a bit too far. I felt the orgasm building so I stopped. There was this feeling of warm pressure in my pussy. I tensed every muscle, squeezed my legs together, in short did every trick I know to hold off an orgasm. After a while, when I thought the coast was clear I reached down there and found everything super sensitive. Yup, it was an orgasm! A ruined one, but orgasm none the less. I reached down and rubbed for the last lingering feelings, which were not any more intense than my minigasms. The orgasm ruined or not counts, so that was it for me.