Female orgasm denial, anyone?

Warning: this is a long post, and has no poop desperation in it. Instead it's a true story about one horny bitch who can't do anything about it.

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Anyway, that's not why I'm here! I'm actually here to, uh, let off some steam - and boy, do I have some steam to let off!

It's no secret that I'm totally into female poop desperation, but my other big kink is female orgasm denial. Nothing gets my blood pumping like taking a girl all the way to the cliff edge and then pulling her back and making her wait for it; nothing twists my soul like knowing a girl is all worked up and ready to go, but can't do anything about it.

Is anyone else here into that? You don't have to answer that, of course, but if you are, read on - I've got a treat for you!

Because I also have two anxieties - one is being in a public place, needing to poop, and not being able to find a bathroom (I have quick bowels, so this happens a lot!), and the other is, well, ahem... not being able to masturbate. *blush* Like if I'm going camping with friends for a few days, I actually genuinely get irrationally anxious that I won't be able to feed the pony until I get back. And let me tell you guys, that pony gets hungry if she doesn't get fed regular! Of course, once I'm away camping it's totally fine, I completely forget all about it - plus Poppy usually gives me a special welcome once I'm home (and washed!) - but the anxiety is there, every time.

There's probably some complex psychology about my two biggest anxieties also being my two biggest kinks, but I'm not a psychologist.

So, why am I telling you this?

Well, this is absolutely true and it's absolutely happening right now: last week I went to the hospital for a minor operation. The pre-op notes said I'd have to not have sex for a few days after, but in the post-op consultation I was told strictly to avoid ALL sexual activity for TEN WHOLE DAYS!! Literally, I don't think I've ever been more than four days without an orgasm since I was... Well, too young to talk about it on here, that's for sure!

The first few days were OK - to be honest I was in so much pain down there that it wasn't even on my mind, but I'm healing up well and the urge is returning. But it's OK, right? I can just do other stuff, not think about it, right? Poppy is being real helpful by not wiggling her butt at me at every opportunity.

Except - these comics don't make themselves, and we've got deadlines to keep, so I'm still putting 2 hours every day into the next release to make sure it's done on time. When I say that I have to sit on a towel while I'm making these comics, that's no joke - comic time is horny time.

So, boys and girls, if you're into female orgasm denial and you're turned on by the thought of a woman who is subjecting herself to 2 hours of erotic material every day and isn't able to do anything about it, just think of me, sitting here working on these comics, trying not to cross my legs or grind my butt into the chair.

I'm five days into my stint of abstinence - literally the longest I have ever gone without since I first learned to butter the muffin - and I've got another 5 to go. And I've got it all planned out: Thursday, 10pm, I've got the place to myself - you'd think I'd want to end my stint with my girlfriend, but in all seriousness, I want this to be all about me! I going to do something I literally never do: light some candles, put on some music, take myself on a voyage of rediscovery and put some fireworks in the sky.

But right now, honestly, this is me: