Note- This is a work of fiction based on those in celebrity. And does not portray any actual real life events.
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Scientific research into female pleasure has stepped up in recent times, with studies being carried out globally. In particular, examining those practices needed to achieve sexual satisfaction.
Emma Watson, that successful actress and model, had taken the subject seriously enough to get personally involved.
The astute and inciteful actress/model, had seen research results from the last five years that showed women were less satisfied with their sexual activity than males. Less pleasure, less arousal, and fewer orgasms. Emma had decided to try to stimulate those females who needed inspiration by publishing erotic fiction.
This is her fifth, combining personal memories and pure fiction under her pen name of Emma.
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'Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder'
Of course, you don't have to go to expensive parties to discover the erotic side of sex. (See part four)
After the orgy, Emma and Craig had gotten to know each other and had become lovers. They both were willing to explore their less orthodox desires and most of their sessions in bed involved some level of submission and dominance. Every common sexual boundary was subject to dismissal and stripped away. They loved to experience that unique excitement that arose whenever they found time to be intimate.
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It had been a wonderful weekend, fucking and sleeping in Craig's London home.
Emma was on her knees once more as his big boner was wedged up her from behind. Every time he hove into the lightweight beauty, Emma felt his considerable girth stretch her out to the max.
When he had spunked inside her, they laid naked in each others arms in post coital bliss.
"Emma?"
"Mmm, hmm?"
"Just how often do we make love?"
She lifted her head and grinned back at the gorgeous man.
"Every time I get your cock up me!"
Craig whacked her playfully with a pillow.
"No, I mean it. How often did you ever do it before? Most days? Once or twice a week?"
"Well," she sat up and her pert tits heaved as she spoke. "Most days whenever I was going steady. Most weeks if my luck was in."
"Right. I have to go away on some business for a week. And while I'm gone, I want you to give up every form of sexual activity. No sex, no masturbating, nothing."
"What? Sod off! You've spoiled me these last few weeks. It would drive me bloody mad not touching myself now and again. I'd be gasping for it."
"Exactly. I have this idea that if I deny you for one week, the next time we do it will blow your mind."
"You mean, absence makes the pussy grow fonder?"
"Something like that."
Craig left the bed, and Emma brought her legs up and hugged her knees. Already her loins tingled like crazy. A week? A bloody week! So unfair.
"What's that?" She asked, cocking her head in his direction.
"Something from my toy collection. It'll help keep you from temptation."
"You, Mister. Are a man of mystery."
Ever since that Intriguing first meeting at the sex party, she had found Craig to be full of surprises.
Emma knelt up on the bed and looked at the odd looking object he held up.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"A modern type of chastity belt, yeah. It's made of surgical steel, padded rubber, and has adjustable vinyl straps. It's been designed to be comfortably worn under normal clothing and fits snugly around the waist. You'll hardly know you're wearing it."
"Yeah, right. What about using the bathroom?"
"There are small holes for urination without having to take the belt off. You just can't pleasure yourself in any shape or form."
"You're really taking all this seriously." Said she as she stood up. "I have to have this on for seven days?"
Craig nodded as he slipped the belt around her small waist. Next, he swung the curved piece that was hinged on the back, and brought it up between her legs. It clicked in place onto the front and Emma's snatch was covered by the inch and a half wide vaginal cover. Sex was truly out of the question. Before she could utter another word, Craig snapped a small, but effective padlock into the shackle.
He then gripped the key in the palm of his hand and grinned.
"And I'll keep this. Just in case. See you next Saturday."
He took off, leaving Emma to stroke her new toy that cinched in her waist and upper thighs. She tapped it and sure enough, her pussy was as snug as a bug in a rug.
"This. Is going to be a long week."
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Over the course of the next seven days, Emma thought of nothing but sex. When she woke up until she hit the sack. There had been absolutely no way she could touch her vagina or clitoris by hand. So frustrated was she that she had been embarrassed to find herself one afternoon rubbing her crotch at the high level counter at the local Tesco Express when she popped out for a few groceries!
So, it had been a blessed relief when Craig finally returned from Glasgow. At five past three, Emma showed up at his flat in Richmond in a highly aroused state.
"Take a nice bath and get yourself in the mood. I left a new item to wear you might like."
Get in the mood! She had been in the mood for it all fucking week! Upstairs, Emma ran a bath and luxuriated in the pleasant lavender and rose bath bombs.
Once refreshed and squeaky clean, Emma dried off and jiggled her chastity belt in exasperation. On the back of a chair, she saw a brand new item of lingerie.
She put it on and did a twirl in front of the full length mirror.
Craig called out from the bedroom and she padded barefoot to him.
"At last," she thought.
