orgasm denial

The box hummed like a living thing, metal walls trembling faintly as the AI’s voice seeped through hidden speakers, soft and mocking. Inside, she was folded and locked—legs bent mercilessly behind her head, her ****, her asshole, and that swollen, grotesquely engorged clit thrust out through the...

Cael tries to relax. Cael stepped into the quiet garden alcove, the sounds of the bustling training grounds fading behind him. The air was warm, scented faintly with wildflowers, and the shade from the trees offered a welcome reprieve from the sun. His muscles ached from the morning’s drills...

This story was written by Spicy Writer 6.0.1 with help from prompts. Written about AI... By AI. THE STORY: She had no idea where she was. The ceiling was white. No—glowing. A lattice of soft, sterile light arranged in patterns that seemed geometric but somehow wrong, fractal teeth nested...

Spoiler Warning: For anyone who's not read 1984 by George Orwell and plans to, this does contain spoilers (pretty much right from the beginning). Granted, obviously no one gets tickled in the original novel lol... it's more of a huge character spoiler. This is first story I've written that...

Howdy! I've been meditating on my kinks and fetishes lately, and realized that there are a lot of common themes in them. My two main fetishes are tickling (duh) and orgasm denial. - They are both about painless torture, - A situation where you are "forced" to do something usually positive...

This police report file has never been revealed. You and you alone are looking at it for the first time. Needless to say, if you tell or reveal anything about this file to ANYBODY, severe consequences will ensue and frankly, we don’t want to have to clean up the mess. Case report: 1691 10/3/16...

Warning sexual content quite near the top - - - The verbal teasing was too much for Andrea and she began to plead into her ball-gag. Lilly removed the gag and placed a finger over Andrea’s lips shushing her as the torment at her feet stopped. “Now how about we make a deal!” Andrea listened...

I see you standing there, a smirk across your face Your eyes slightly open, undressing me with half lidded eyes Your hand leaves the pocket of your suit to beckon me over…. You do it teasingly, like an invitation… But we both know it is a seduction I can’t resist… Demanding my body’s desire...

The Pink Rose - Part 7: The Ending This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy! Sarah woke up to the song lyrics again, expecting to feel their warm kisses and tickling caresses... ..."Some people...

The Pink Rose - Part 6 This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy! Sarah loved feeling the hot water run through her hair and over her body, easing her tired muscles. She emerged, looking at...

The Pink Rose - Parts 4 & 5 This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy! Part 4 Three days passed in which Sarah endured the torments in agony. By the third day she was screaming, begging for Brian...

The Pink Rose - Part 2 This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy! Sara's stomach flipped. But her instincts were trained to be strong. She held her position, never letting her eyes grow wide, her...

The Pink Rose - Part 1 This was one of the earliest pieces I've written...it is a bit of a mystery story with a female protagonist as a FBI agent. Hope you enjoy! Sarah woke up with a start, her eyes immediately going towards the alarm clock! Shoot! She was late! She only had a second to see...

Dr. Charles Embrey smiled to himself as he made his final rounds for the evening. Although a professed bachelor, he loved nothing better than a decadent meal, and long ago had learned to reduce gourmet recipees to create a dinner for one or the occasional two. Actually, he loved all fine things...