I love watching other girls cum. I love watching videos of them cumming however they please, over and over again. Their whimpers, cries, and moans make me throb, craving just a fraction of the pleasure they get to feel on a whim. But I'm a good girl. Good girls don't cum.

I love watching how they pulse, how their pussies flutter and contract as they go over the edge. They look so beautiful, and they look like they are feeling so much pleasure. The memories of what cumming feels like are fading, I am so jealous that they get to feel so good whenever they want, as often as they want. I barely even remember what it feels like, I don't even have the luxury of memory to think back on. But that is good. I don't need to remember. I am a good girl. Good girls don't cum. Even in their own thoughts.

Edging to their pleasure is such a torment. I am so close to what they are feeling, but I will never go over the edge. I will never quiver and pulse and moan and whimper and curse the way they will. I will never be allowed to feel as good as they feel. I will only be allowed to make myself more desperate, more aching and frustrated, more needy, in the face of their orgasms. I will only be allowed to hurt in the service of others. It's so hard, and it's such a mindfuck. It's so hard to be so close but so far away. But that is good reinforcement. I need my denial reinforced and restated, I need to never be able to get away from knowing that even if I wanted to cum, it doesn't matter. I'm a good girl, and good girls don't cum.

It makes me so envious to see girls feel so much pleasure, both on their own and with a partner. I wish that service involved orgasms, but I am a good girl. Good girls don't cum. I am meant for denial and to provide pleasure for others. There is no reason for me to cum.

I provide pleasure for others through denial, suffering, and service. I am a good girl. Good girls don't cum.