The Maddening Temptation
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It never gets any easier. I certainly got more used to it over the years, but that's not quite the same. It's as though I was constructed with the intention that the denial she puts me through would be hard. Sometimes I think that's part of what she enjoys about it so much.
It had been over three weeks on that day. I had awoken from the pleasantness of my dream too quickly and was already horny, as usual. If I'd only had been able to stay in bed, maybe I could have remembered what I was dreaming about that had gotten me so hard in my sleep, but I had real work to do today. I climbed out of bed and walked to the computer desk, not bothering to put clothes on. After all, I was almost never permitted to wear clothes in her home?.
Shortly thereafter, I went to take a shower in preparation to start my day. The warm water caressed my naked skin and oh, how that hair conditioner called to me. The slippery, wet lubricant conjured numerous images of things I could do with it. I immediately thought back to the days when masturbating at such an urge in such a circumstance was common place. My penis twitched at the thought. I curled my fingers into weak fists.
I really wanted to be able to tell her that I was good, that I did not masturbate, that I waited and would wait as long as she wanted me to, when she gets back from her trip?. But the temptation was so strong….
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