Day Two: Adventures in No-O Land #18+, NSFW

Hello, my kinky friends!

Nora here, just checking in.  I have somehow survived two days without singing saprano (apparently that is a euphemism for the female orgasm?).  If that doesn’t sound impressive to you, it should!

If you missed it, I am currently exploring orgasm control and denying myself that ultimate pleasure until Friday eve.  This is all for the sake of research, I promise you.  It has been suggested by many that edging myself for multiple days, without succumbing to the ultimate pleasure, will lead me into sexual oblivion when I finally do experience the big O.  While this may not sound like a very long journey to some, I assure you it is incredibly rare for this girl to refrain from paddling the pink canoe (who comes up with these?) for that lengthy amount of time.  So, you might ask…how has it been so far?

Yesterday, I edged myself for the first time EVER.  I really screwed the pooch on this one, my friends (pun intended 😊).  I found that I was very much stuck in my head and my thoughts, I was too focused on accidentally cumming (and trying to avoid that from happening!), and due to all that, it took me almost an hour to “almost” get there.  When I felt the beginnings of the big O start to form between my thighs, I closed them immediately, got up, and went about my day.  Talk about a huge let down!  At this point, I was not enjoying the journey.

But…last night was a different story.  I was lying there in bed, having just said goodnight to Daddy (and to my beautiful lady and her implacable Sir across the pond) when it occurred to me that Daddy did encourage me to edge myself multiple times per day, time permitting.  Somewhat hesitantly, I gently touched myself between my legs to find that I was very, very wet down there!  This was encouraging.  So, being the naughty girl that I am, I began to play a little.  Two fingers in my lady bits, a little tugging at my nipples and one spanking fantasy later (I can’t get that strict piano tutor out of my mind!), I realized that I was on the brink of orgasming.  Instead of stopping prematurely (as I had done earlier in the afternoon), I pushed on…a little further…just a little bit further…until I felt that magical feeling begin to ignite…and then I stopped!  You would have been proud of me really.  Talk about self-control.  The blood rushed through me and my adrenaline was pumping.  I made myself count to ten (I have been learning patience as of late 😊)…and then I started touching myself again.  Almost immediately that feeling was present, ready to plunge this girl into the oblivion of pleasure but again… I backed off.  I repeated this exercise three or four times before finally closing my thighs and shutting my lady parts down for the night.  Of course, I couldn’t resist suckling on my own fingers for a bit…

This morning I woke up feeling slightly buzzed.  A tingling exists between my thighs that has only grown throughout the course of the day.  I had my third edging session earlier this afternoon and now, not only is my body begging for sex (I am perpetually wet down there), but I am having a bit of trouble focusing my mind on anything else. 

How in the world will I survive till Friday?  I promised Daddy that I would see this through…

Counting the minutes 😊

XOXO,

Nora