What No Sex Does to Me!

Sometimes, before Emily and I are about to, we’ll, let’s call it what it is, ‘fuck each other’s brains out’, we can get verbally aggressive with each other. Oh we fuck each other’s brains out from pure passion and love to, but if there’s going to be a ‘nasty’ side to what is to follow, that verbal nastiness always seems to preceded it…and we both adore it. 

Usually we sit together on the couch. Not this time. We were sitting opposite each other, just howling one another our crotches ‘accidentally’ (yeah…right!) We’d been talking progressively dirty - progressively, raunchilly for about half an hour and, looking at the large wet patch in our panties we were more than ready. Emily said, “Well….just look at you! Wet as fuck! And I bet you’ve wanked off at least twice today. You fucking slut - you just can’t get enough can you?” (Well, no…have you even met me?” 

“I can go without it any time I like.” (What the fu..? Why did Miss Brain say that? We both know it’s an outright lie.)

“You? Leave that tight little cunt alone? Not a fucking chance in hell.”

Well, what about you? Sitting there, looking like you’ve pissed yourself, you’re every bit as horny as me.”

There was a pause and I knew we were about to launch ourselves at one another, rip each other’s clothes off and fuck right there on the rug. 

“I dare you. I dare you to go without any kind of sexual relief for as long as you can.” 

“Well, I dare you too.” 

And suddenly there it was….the dare….celibacy…for as long as I could stand it. Of course, Emily is out during the day, so there’s plenty of opportunity for a quick wank. “No. I think not,” said Miss Brain calmly. “If you’re going to do this damn stupid thing, you’re not going to do it in a damn stupid way.”

Anna’s diary. 

That night.

We went to bed that night determined to tease the fuck out of one another. I decided to take my clothes off really slowly, and I mean all of them. I intended to sleep naked next to her…see if she can keep her hands of me. T shirt…skirt….panties (the usual look in the crotch, but also, this time, bringing them up to my nose and smelling them right in front of her knowing it would drive her crazy.

I don’t know about Emily, but I lay awake for hours, slowly leaking between my legs.

Day1 

I woke up irritable, wet, and horny. Miss Brain was up hours before me and was running around, bright as a button doing the internal dusting. “Morning Anna….lovely day….my, but you smell sensational this morning…so hot and musky…mmm, sweaty too…I bet you fancy a quickie before Emily goes to work. Shame you can’t have one. Ah well…must get on.” Fucking bitch! My own brain can be such a merciless fucking bitch!.

Next to me, Emily stirred. She stretched luxuriously and her scent mingled with my own. Ah, but she wasn’t naked. She had kept the thong on she was wearing yesterday. That must be pretty soaked by now (Miss Brain flashed me a quick imagine image….bitch) Emily got up, stretched again, and I felt muscles twitch as every fibre of my being wanted to pull her backwards onto my bed and…well…rape the fuck out of her.,

She stood there and slowly peeled her thong off like some cheap whore. She too gave it) a long hard stare before sniffing the crotch, looking sideways at me, smiling, and then just dropping them on the floor…knowing fucking well that I’d pick them up and put them in the hamper. She kept up a stream of sexual innuendo until she left for work, at which point, I was wired! A roll of carpet would have made me horny and got me off today. 

And then Dani appeared. A spring dress today, then, semi transparent. Darker panties than would be decent underneath, and no fucking bra…is everyone in this house trying to wind me up today? I felt something nuzzling my crotch, but since we don’t have a dog…nope…my own hand betraying me! I could have cum so quickly, but I intended to keep the game going. It took real will to pull my hand away. Miss Brain was flashing me image after image, alternating between Emily and Dani. Right now, all I wanted was to see Dani wearing just those dark panties, and imagine how moist she would be. Fuck, Anna…go do something else. 

I threw on my coat, stepped into some wellies, put some gloves on and attacked the climbing rose around the door. Damn, but I butchered that thing. At 11:00, Dani called me in for coffee, and she sat opposite me in the worst possible position (by that I mean I could see her panty-covered crotch easily) and we chatted for half an hour before I simply had to go and do something violent in the back garden. I glanced at the jacuzzi, but knew if I put one for in there, I’d be straddling a jet in no time, and losing the bet. I doubt if any Gardner has pruned fifteen rose bunches and four apple trees as quickly as I did. 

Every so often Miss Brain made me acutely aware of the mess building up in my panties. 

Day2

Today, I have been one mean, ugly bitch to be anywhere near! I’ve been snappy, irritable as fuck and an enemy to the human race at large. In the mall, I sent back my coffee because it was too hot. Can you imagine? Too fucking hot? Then I moaned at the waitress for the time it took her to bring me the check. I didn’t tip. All around me was sex. Pure, unadulterated sex. Take the waitress, for example. Miss Brain made me wonder “Wash she married/engaged?” No rings, and she looks a bit young for that so I’m guessing no. “Boyfriend/girlfriend?” Boyfriend, maybe.” Did she fuck last night?” Maybe. “Ah, but did she masturbate before coming to work today. Better still, did she wash her hands afterwards? Did she handle your snack with her cunt juice covered fingers? Maybe she gets her jollies but knowing customers are tasting her on their snack.” Oh for fucks sake! Each thought made me lock my attention more firmly on the poor girl. I couldn’t see a great deal, but the waitress outfit gave a view of her inner thigh up to about the middle. I could imagine semen running down it…or maybe her own wetness. When I imagine those milky thighs, I had to leave. More squelching as I walked. My clit felt like a fucking hand grenade, desperately needing to explode. As for inside, I swear I could feel myself opening up. 

Day 3 (more like day 2.5)

Thank fuck for day three. Emily’s home. And I have to put an end to this torture. I know some guys get turned on by a girl who is desperate for a pee but can’t have one. She clutches at herself and eventually, there’s an accident, well, it felt like that, except about an orgasm. I simply needed to cum. Emily walked in the door and said hi to Dani who was polishing the mantelpiece. (Dani has got through four large tins of polish since she started, but I admit, the place gleams.) Em walked in, shedding her coat like a snake sheds it’s skin, walked over to me, kissed me as she usually does and shoved me back on the couch, spread my legs, tugged my panties aside and jammed her face between my legs. I exploded right into her face. Nothing, and I mean nothing felt as amazingly good as that orgasm. It was only when I regained some semblance of normality that I realised she had two fingers in my cunt and two up my bum. 

Even Dani was taken by surprise. It all happened so fast she didn’t have time to leave the room. She stood there looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights, and obviously saw everything Em did to me. Naturally, I returned the favour as soon as I could move, I pushed Em onto the floor and shoved my hand into her undies. Deep French kissing and a rapid masturbation, and Emily squirted heavily as she came. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see Dani’s trainers. At least I had the good grace to look sheepishly at her and mutter a sincerely meant ‘Sorry.” 

Emily’s story. 

I’m no writer.So I’ll just tell it like it was for me. I dared Anna to go as long as she could with no sex of any kind-not even a wank. Nothing. I had to do the same. It was awful. During the first day I felt so bad for her. I know how much sex she needs and I had dared her to go without. What made it worse was what I wore on day one. I wear thongs routinely. I only wear panties rarely and mostly for role play. So, I’m at work, in a thong and wearing jeans. I figured that this would keep my mind off sex. All I could think about was Anna’s body and how wound up she must be. I know she walks off during the day, and I know she’s wanked off over our housekeeper too. It doesn’t bother me. I don’t feel our relationship is threatened. But these jeans…and that seam. By mid afternoon I was sure I’d leaked e enough to make the denim moist. It seemed everytime I moved the seam got tighter. Eventually, I got the chance to sit down for a break. I crossed my legs and I came. I swear that I didn’t touch myself or cheat in any way. It just happened. I was thinking about Anna and maybe a little bit about Dani too, and I just did it in my thong. 

I was careful what I wore the next day. No thong. Defo no jeans. Just a plain dress. I didn’t want anything around my vag. See, even that didn’t fucking work. I couldn’t shake sexual images from my head. Anna loves me in what she calls ‘ordinary’ panties - as much as I love her in thongs. She wears them for me sometimes. All through the day I had these pictures in my head of Anna wearing panties like this and squirting in them. I’d already cum yesterday but it felt odd to cum without using my fingers. It was an orgasm, but it was something of a different feel. I knew I wanted more. In the staff restroom I needed a pee and yeah, I knew I was wet, right? I wasn’t prepared for just how wet I was. I sat there looking at the mess and grabbed some paper to clean up. Touching myself made me want to keep touching until I came. I pulled the wet panties back on and carried on my day. I don’t think I’ve ever been wore wired. 

I didn’t make it through today. Even though it was my idea, my dare. All morning I kept thinking about the torture I’d inflicted on my fiancé. So I took the afternoon off,went home and raped her on the couch. I just buried my face between her legs and pulled her undies aside which I know she adores. I went down on her partly so she wouldn’t see I was crying. I’ll never tease her like this again. She came so hard. So ..I’m sorry I don’t have the right words…Anna would know. It seemed like the cum she had was ripped from her soul. I felt her squirt, but then she always squirts when she cums. I wanted to make it big so I had fingers in both her holes. She wet herself too, which was my fault entirely for winding her up so much. Then she bowled me backwards and did me. I didn’t even realise Dani was in the room until after we’d both cum. I just wanted Anna.

Teasing games work for some couples, and I think they’d work for us to, but not over a period of days.

Anna

I agree with Em. Teasing over an hour or two, maybe, but we won’t ever put each other through the torture of proposed days with no sexual contact of any kind. It heightened my sexual awareness to the point where I found everything  I saw, heard or smelled was sexual. It also made me a nasty bitch. I did go back to the cafe and found the waitress. I apologised for my rudeness, and gave her a very large tip. I still felt bad though. None of this was her fault, and I was a mean bitch to her. 

And then there’s Dani of course. This was the very first time Emily and I had actually had sex with her watching. Yes, it was brief (and that’s an understatement) but she saw Emily fingering my cunt and bum while sucking me off, and she saw me leap on top of Emily, kiss her deeply while jamming my hand in her undies and flicking her off. Dani just stood there frozen to the spot, polish in one hand, big-assed yellow duster in the other. I didn’t have time to react when Em pounced on me, and my reciprocation was just as fast. To get away, Dani would have had to have stepped over us….so she didn’t the only thing she could have really, namely just froze, and tried to be invisible. 

Still…I do wonder. Most girls, seeing another girl in a sexual situation, become horny themselves. And she did disappear to her room for half an hour immediately afterwards. I wonder what a straight girl masturbates over after having watched to girls go at it. Do they indulge in ‘I wonder what another girl would be like?’ Type thoughts, or if they take the pure sexual element away and use that. Maybe they modify the gender of one of the girls they’ve seen - for example, maybe Dani convinced herself she was watching a guy go down on me, or maybe in her mind it transmuted to a guy kissing Emily deeply and fingering her inside her panties. 

Maybe, if Dani and I talk about sex again, I’ll pluck up the courage to ask her. 

One thing I am absolutely and irrevocably convinced of as an outcome of this little experiment. We are two girls with reasonably high sex drives. Going without sex even masturbation for around three days changed our personalities. Emily had a clothes-induced orgasm, but I didn’t. During those days, I became angry, miserable, hostile and petty. Imagine, then going a whole lifetime forced to deny your most basic desires. Desires that God (if you’re religious) placed inside you. Ours was a pathetically small experience of abstinence, but it’s impact was profound. I understand now the sour-faces of the nuns when they talked, as they had to, about sexual pleasure. I don’t believe for a second that monks and nuns don’t rub one off/out from time to time.  I can understand priests, rammed with all that testosterone, at least in their youth, misbehaving. I also remember how we, as adolescent schoolgirls used to delight in winding the priest up during confession. When we told about ‘impure thoughts and actions’, some priests left it there, but believe me, some wanted the details…and some, one or two, wanted precise details. Celibacy, I’m sure has a direct link with abuse. It doesn’t excuse it, but maybe it goes some way to explaining it. Enforced celibacy is, I now have no doubt, one of the most evil things ever to come out of the Catholic Church.