Hello Ladies and Gents!

This is honestly just gonna be a bit of a story about a prior relationship of mine, and more importantly our understanding and arrangement of denial involved in it.

I mostly make this post, mainly because well… on one hand I miss the experience, but on the other just to give you a hopefully very pleasant reading material.

I’ll skip the introduction since it’s fairly unimportant, all you really need to know is that I’m rather tall and strong woman who spent most of her professional career in the military and this relationship and arrangement took place in that period.

I spent a lot of time away, abroad on deployments or just forward deployed to a theatre… in any case it usually meant that I was away for roughly 8 months a year, but more or less completely free for the other 4 and thus my partner and I tried to work around this, and make our sex life fun and filled with anticipation. Now I know that for many of you, orgasm denial and edging go hand in hand, and that’s lovely, but in my case they weren’t, at least not while I was away. For those 8 months the anticipation was built simply by not being touched but you know still kind of longing after my partner at least when I wasn’t too busy with other more evident issues. Obviously absolutely no touching from my part was ever allowed, and I’m fairly well disciplined so I definitely followed the rules.

Once home though everything obviously changed, after a rather warm welcome at the airport and a good meal at some fast food chain that one just really has to visit after living in MREs and packages of m&m for 8 months, my life took a rather sharp turn. But literally in the normal sense but sexually as well of course. You might first think that after 8 months of no touching the first thing we’d do is have the most intense sex ever… and I’m not gonna lie there was a lot of passion involved, but we were very careful about one thing, well it was his responsibility for the most part. Not making me cum on accident remained paramount and the next 4 months were filled with seemingly endless edging sessions, if I needed to go in to work then just during the afternoon but since I was mostly free we went on throughout the day, from the obvious things like sex, through toys, such as wands all the way to the wearable options that I could put on while we were in the road. These 4 months generally involved a lot of traveling and even more edging and absolutely no orgasms of course.

Why no orgasms for me? I guess it’s because I’m a woman, a rather sexy woman and he just loved building up all that desperation, sensitivity and frustration in me. He always told me that I looked “so beautiful while denied”.

And me, I just loved my mind wondering during the months I was edged and just shoving all that into an imaginary drawer while away only pick up right where we left off and open that rather sturdy and fully packed drawer with that first hug, every single time I got back. Continuing my journey as a very happy and all so suddenly once again dripping denied woman.

Does it sound maybe less sexual and more romantic, well yes, I’m not gonna lie I loved him and loved what he was doing to me. And thus Edging and denial to me is forever connected to romance. So it might not be your everybody’s cup of tea. But if only one of you enjoyed it, it was already worth writing it.

Well, good luck with your journey and don’t forget it’s all just good fun!