Day 29ish of denial. We're coming up on the end of NOvember and I'm getting so anxious to finally cum again.

I've been being a good little toy for Sir. He uses me however and whenever he wants. We were apart over the holidays for a few days but he's making up for lost time since I got home.

Last night, he fucked me, filled me with his cum, and left me laying there dripping as he fell asleep. I stared at the ceiling for hours feeling my pussy throb and leak. I finally got up, drank some water, scrolled reddit, and went back to bed. In the wee hours of the morning, right as I was drifting off, he rolled over and used me again before he slipped out of bed. A few hours later, he woke me up by sliding an ice cube into my sopping wet pussy. 🧊🤤

Tonight, I was almost asleep before he came to bed. I felt him stroking himself to get hard and then he slipped right in to my always-ready-and-available pussy. He started slow, ramping up to full-on fucking before abruptly pulling out and forcing my head down on his cock. He held my hair and thrusted in and out, gagging me with his 9" cock on each thrust. Eventually, he came deep in my throat and it erupted out of my mouth. I cleaned him up and rolled over to try to sleep...face covered in our juices.

Sleep clearly didn't come. That's why I'm here, telling you all about my struggles. 😴😴😴