I was pondering whether to keep a journal while denying myself ejaculation for a year. Most of it would just be: I AM HORNY! That feels like boring reading, so instead I decided to document the constant flood of lustful thoughts in my head. Sex is all I can think about. Another member here and I both made the choice not to cum for an entire year. For me, that journey began on October 17th, 2010, which was the last day I came before starting. Feel free to message me here if you want to join in forbidding my release; I need all the support I can get because lust is driving me mad! So HELP!
I’ll check in occasionally to confirm I’m still suffering without shooting my load and share some of these sexual musings as an outlet. I identify primarily as straight, though I appreciate many men on this site too—and yes, I’ve read your posts about sucking cock; it appeals to me. My ideal woman has large breasts, a nice rear end, and sexy legs. High heels really turn me on, especially when paired with black fishnet pantyhose and red pumps. Naturally, I love pussy as well as cock. While I enjoy oral sex from men, that’s about the extent of my interest in guys.
So here is one story.
“Becky” was usually quiet at work. Today she wore a tight black leather skirt just above her knees, paired with black pantyhose and high heels. Her long blonde hair flowed down to her back in golden waves. She had a somewhat prissy walk, revealing firm, shapely legs. Her breasts protruded from her snug black sweater like two giant mounds bouncing gently as she moved. I didn’t even notice what kind of necklace she wore because it was nestled between those full, luscious bosoms; my focus remained entirely on them. She gave me a sweet, quick smile as she passed by.
I could feel my cock hardening against the bars of my cock cage. My balls were swollen and heavy with cum after so long without release. I rushed behind a hallway door to peek at her shapely rear—throbbing like a Valentine’s heart—as she walked away. She brushed her hair aside, glanced back, and winked.
“Oh shit!” I muttered aloud. She had caught me watching.
I hurried back into my office. Now she knew I was interested.
“Double shit,” I thought to myself.
Her boyfriend happened to be our auto mechanic!
A phone call distracted me from the immediate situation, though not entirely from her thoughts. Under my desk, I rubbed against my cock cage, seeking any bit of relief possible.
“Ouch! Son of a bitch!” I grunted quietly so no one else would hear. My balls were engorged and full, pressing hard against the ring as they grew larger.
“I need to think about something else,” I told myself silently. Suddenly, she walked past my desk and glanced over with that sweet smile which seemed to say “Take me.” Or maybe I was just hoping it did.
Who knows? All I feel is fiery lust and swelling balls.
She stood at the copy machine. Her high heels lifted her rear beautifully, making her legs look even more shapely. Her tiny waist gave her an hourglass silhouette. As she bent over to grab copier paper, she spread her legs slightly. The leather skirt revealed her crack down the middle and hinted at the front—the prettiest pink pussy in town, I imagined. What color were her pubs? Were they black like her long eyelashes that fluttered toward me? Dishwater blonde? Did she shave them? Lustful thoughts consumed my mind as I slipped into a crazy world of desire.
Lust raged within me, urging me to go over there, pull down her skirt, and fuck her right then and there.
So I did. I pulled off her leather skirt. As she tried to turn around, I held her in place. Her black pantyhose felt silky smooth against my hands as they roamed her velvety legs. I made her remove her high heels but put them back on later; the pantyhose hit the floor. Then I yanked down her hot pink silk panties and grabbed her ample yet tight ass cheeks, feeling all over it. I pushed her forward and drove my hard cock deep into her pussy from behind, fucking her passionately while my workmates watched in awe. Pens dropped from their hands; mouths hung open as they saw me endlessly pounding away. Moans of pleasure escaped her sweet mouth as she wiped the back of her hand to her lips, smearing bright red lipstick.
I plunged deep and dominated her. Then I grabbed the back of her sweater, pulling her around so her big breasts pressed against my chest. As I pulled off her sweater (and heard some nerd in the background yell about calling 911), it landed on the floor along with hers. Cupping her pink lacy silk bra with large hands, I held her breasts before soon following the same fate as the sweater. Her soft, naked, supple breasts felt wonderful, erect and pleasured.
I started sucking each nipple in turn, then dragged my tongue around them, pushing my nose between those mountainous beauties to take in her femininity. She wore perfume—Estée Lauder, I think? It was driving me absolutely mad with lust!
Her pussy was exposed as a couple of women yelled for me to stop and ran off for help. I dropped to my knees, fingering her wetness while looking up at her like a devil in heat; she knew I would have her. My tongue plunged into her moist center.
My colleagues began shouting,
“Tongue fuck her! Tongue fucking her! FUCK HER!”
I noticed she had trimmed her pubs into the shape of a heart, which should have tipped me off that she was capable of pushing me over the edge. She was responsible for my madness.
Pulling her closer, I sucked clean all her wet juices from her pussy while my cock throbbed with anticipation, moving up and down.
“Now fuck her with your cock!” the boys chorused in unison.
I stood up, spread my legs wide, and drove my 8-inch shaft deep into her wetness. Her entire orgasm seemed to fill me as I entered her fully. My big balls, heavy with hot cum from months of deprivation, pushed forward like a jockey riding hard. I watched my coworkers stare at both my thick cock and her pussy, their own pants bulging with pre-cum soaking through the fabric.
Seeing them aroused by watching us turned me on even more. They knew I was going to claim her completely! Her mechanic boyfriend had definitely filled her up last night, but now it was my turn to dominate both of them!
“Yes!” she cried out. “Do me!”
With strength, I thrust back and forth into her. Drawing her chest close, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck gently behind the ear, whispering softly that I would fuck her.
I saw her eyes roll back in surrender to my raging member as I continued pounding away.
She was approaching climax. “Uhhhh! Uh! Ohhh!” she murmured those secret words of passion only women speak during intense pleasure. Her head tilted back as I held her tight, pulling her closer until she went weak and exploded into ecstasy in my arms. I felt myself on the verge of exploding with hot cum inside her, ready for that long-awaited release I had dreamed of happening all along.
“Are you alright? Hey, everything good with you?” she asked. I gave her a look and shook my head, unable to get words out. “Did the copy machine scare you off?” “Uh…, no,” I mumbled back. “Good. See ya.” She smiled as she headed for the exit. She walked out with her stack of papers in hand. I looked around, then down at my lap where it was still there: the cock cage. My shaft was throbbing hard inside it, and just like that, another daydream took over. A light sweat broke across my forehead as the realization hit—I’m not allowed to come.