What follows are a series of flash fictions and short stories that I've written based on various forms of fantastical orgasm denial. There are 5 in total. Most are less than Literotica's minimum word count requirement, but I like them all so much that I thought it might be fun to put them together as a single "story" where each part is connected thematically rather than narratively. I might revisit some of these in the future if any of them ever spark inspiration again.
Whispers from the screen -
She could see them in her head. The lights. The sounds. God she could see the sounds! They swirled and spun and thrummed and pulsed inside her. Their insidious melody drove her wild. Every flash, every vibration was like a hammer striking directly against her libido.
She shook and trembled. She was so horny. Fuck she was so god damn horny that her insides ached. Her stomach was in knots. Her pussy burned with need like a bonfire in the heat of summer.
She couldn't stand it. She couldn't take it, but no matter what she did she couldn't satisfy it either. Whenever she got close, those lights and sounds would steal away her pleasure. It was just for a moment, just for a fraction of a second, but it was enough to send her stumbling back off the edge every time. Those damn lights were stealing her orgasms and she couldn't make them stop!
There was a flash in her mind and a shudder ran through her body. She almost shouted. She'd lost it again. Lost another orgasm when she thought she'd almost had it. Fuck! What had been in that video she'd watched? She was sure that was the first time she'd seen the lights, the first time she'd felt those thrumming vibrations in her head, the first time she'd been overcome by the need. What had the video done to her?
And why did she want to send it to all her friends...
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The Price of Perfection -
The wish had given her exactly what she wanted. A beautiful, powerful body. Not just strong and lean, her body was perfect. She never got sick, never got sore. She wasn't even sure she could get hurt anymore. At this point she wondered, with some concern, if she would even age.
Her perfect muscles flexed and bulged as she worked the dildo in and out of her perpetually tight pussy.
She was the envy of men and women alike, and they let her know it. In her old body, inferior as it had been, she had rarely even thought about sex. Now though, she craved it. Her new physique demanded attention, it demanded pleasure, and she never lacked for companionship.
Perfect as it was though, this body did have a single draw back. It was the cost that the wish had demanded of her. The thing she'd had to give up for her desire to be granted.
She moaned desperately as she felt the pleasure building. She was close, so close, maybe this time... maybe... but of course not.
Her orgasms. The wish had taken her orgasms and left her perfect in every other way. Now she burned from the cost of her wish. Burned from her very core. Her lust seemed to grow stronger with each passing day, and somehow as it grew the perfection of her body became even more pristine.
What would happen to her if this continued? Would she even remain human? Would she become like a god? Perfect in every way but driven mad by her own desires?
She hardly cared anymore. She needed to cum. She needed to cum so badly that she thought it would consume her this time for sure.
And maybe it would. Perhaps she would simply give into it. Stop trying to struggle her way back to lucidity from the never ending bliss of that edge. Maybe this would be her eternity. Balanced on the edge of pleasure so immense she could feel its weight on her shoulders.
Not a god, she thought, only a god's plaything. a mortal touching the realm of gods and being punished for it. She was Sisyphus lifting her bolder. Screaming out with the effort. Flexing every one of her perfect muscles.
Forever.
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A Thief's Torment -
It ached.
Oh GOD it ached.
It wasn't pain so much as it was need made physical. Desire turned into a sensation and forced onto her body. And it was all focused on that little point between her legs.
Her clit THROBBED with the sensation, the ache. It was more sensitive than she'd ever felt it before and it had swollen until it was jutting out like a tiny cock. It had been like this for hours now. Hours she'd spent laying on her bed rubbing herself silly as she tried desperately to satisfy her clit's unrelenting demands.
No matter what she tried though, it was never enough. Something trapped her here. Trapped her on the edge. She tried and tried. Fingers, toys, techniques, nothing worked. She couldn't cum, couldn't satiate the burning desire inside her, and the more she tried, the hotter that fire burned, the more she ached, and the more swollen her little clit became.
It was hell.
She knew, deep down, why this was happening, but she still just couldn't believe it. Curses weren't real. Magic wasn't real.
But what other explanation was there?
She should never have stolen that perfume bottle. She didn't even know why she'd done it. She stumbled into that old antique shop with her friends after they'd been out drinking. The lady running the place spun them a tale of magic and enchantments. She had told them about potions, and spells, and all kinds of Eldritch powers.
Then she had told them about a perfume that would make her irresistible, or something silly like that. The other stuff was nonsense, but perfume sounded nice. They'd all been drunk, of course, so when the old woman had gone to the back to get something, Jenny had just slipped the perfume bottle into her pocket and fled out into the night with her friends. They'd all laughed about it like idiots.
Oh GOD she ached. She needed to cum so badly. Her body burned, her face was flush, she was sweating and horny and desperate. If only she could cum. If she could just clear her mind, maybe she could think of something to do.
She would have tried returning the perfume bottle, but it was too late for that now. When Jenny and her three roommates had gotten home she'd dropped the bottle by accident in the entryway. It had shatter, spraying perfume over all of them. At the time she'd been too drunk and tired to even care.
Jenny moaned as she tried again and again to push herself over that edge. Was she making too much noise? Could her roommates hear her? FUCK she just needed to CUM.
"Please. Please please please, " she found herself whispering as she rode the edge hard.
She hadn't expected anyone to respond.
"You girls wanted to be irresistible," a voice said in her head, "Fine. Be irresistible."
Jenny started, shocked briefly to lucidity by the sudden intrusion of a voice on her thoughts. The voice of... the shopkeeper?
"Do you have boyfriends? Husbands? Maybe other girlfriends? Or maybe you're all good little straight girls. Too bad in any case. From now on, if any of you want any hope of finding relief, you'll have to give it to each other. Have fun being irresistible."
The voice faded and for a moment Jenny simply sat there stunned. Then, on trembling legs she stood up and walked to her door. She didn't even bother covering herself. Turning the knob she swung the door open and peered out into the hallway.
Slowly, three other doors opened. Three other women stood naked looking out into the hall. Looking at each other.
Jenny recognized the look on each of their faces. That hungry, lustful, desperate look full of need. It was the same one she had.
And she couldn't resist.
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