It all started yesterday or maybe the day before.

On Tuesday I was having a bad day at work so he decided that I deserved a good night of relax and edging fun. Unfortunately, he was not going to be available for me, so he arranged with a mutual friend to help me put myself in a better mood and he left me instructions on how my game session should be.

Talking about it yesterday, he discovered my interest in body writing (something I've never found interesting before) so we talked and decided to give it a try in the evening session.

This was when it all started. At first, the session was normal, a bit of talking and teasing on my body. Finally, he made me take the marker and write what he dictated to me on my belly. After doing it and taking some photos for him, the real fun started. Using my favorite toy he made me edge over and over again. On The last one, he made me ride it to the point that I begged him to let me stop, but he said no, and then I understood everything... He was going to make me have a ruined orgasm, I begged him I hate ruining the denial gets worse and I became desperate.

He just had to say "Do it sweety" and that was it, I had the most frustrating ruined orgasm I can remember, I ended up crying and kicking my bed on frustration until I finally fell asleep

Today I woke up in my bed, naked, still wet and with the writing on my belly as a reminder of everything.

It was, or rather is, one of the hardest days I've ever faced as a denied girl. I really don't think I can reach the goal, all I can think about is how desperate I am, how much I want to have a real orgasm, how much I need it!

But deep down I'm a masochist I think, because here I am on the bus on my way home using the ferry and writing this story for you and him. Getting hotter and more desperate by the minute.