This is So Much Better Than Cumming...!

Over the last few weeks I've been copying and pasting pretty much every post from this blog onto Word documents (and then PDFs) to safeguard against any future problems with Google/Blogger and/or the UK Government's policy on porn. So far it seems that everything has quietened down but I don't want to risk my blog being removed without notice and losing it all. Yes I have backed it up, but even so... where will I be able to restore it and do I really want the hassle?

Now obviously a lot of this is very old and it does make me smile when I read about things like my first 'cum free calendar month', being that I haven't come since April 6th 2025 and all... LOL.

I only have two more years left to copy (honestly, it's been a lot more work than anticipated, I've been doing about one year per week...) but my intention is maybe to read it all the way through from the start once it's been completed. But obviously as I've been going through it some parts have caught my eye, such as this excerpt taken from the blog in May 2012...

Tuesday 12th May 2012

"Do you need to stop... or is it already too late?" Asked Mistress R.

I continued on a little while longer, not wanting to give in, but Mistress placed her hands on my chest and pushed my back, my signal that it's time to stop. She didn't look upset that I hadn't been able to continue longer, more amused that I was struggling so hard not to cum.

After I had made her cum with my tongue we lay in bed together and she started stroking my cock again as we talked. Soon I was rock hard again and I said to her "This is so much better than cumming."

Mistress raised her eyebrows and said 'Better?'...

I confirmed that that was indeed what I had said.

"But you wouldn't never want to cum again though would you?"

I thought for a moment, as my cock throbbed even harder...

"No, possibly not." I eventually said. This last orgasm may have been a bit too intense to be pleasurable, but I'm not quite ready to give up on the idea altogether just yet. But like I said in my last post, I have to admit that these days being left denied and throbbing gives me more pleasure overall than being allowed to cum. Which is weird. Isn't it?

It's funny how much has changed over the last ten plus years, but also how much hasn't. Even then it seems I was keener on staying denied, even if I wasn't quite yet ready to give up being allowed to cum altogether. I find it interesting that in this instance it was Mistress who brought the idea of permanent denial up, though I'm sure she wouldn't think of it in those terms.