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I've just finished this one and another by the same author, though this was the best of the two. The stories in this book are reimagined fairy tales made highly erotic. They are explicit without being pornographic and a lot of fun to read.

The reason I'm posting about it here is that most of the stories contain some element of T&D. It must be a personal kink of the author. It's never extreme - the girl always gets to cum in the end - but it does get drawn out, sometimes for hours of being repeatedly taken to the brink.

If Jester's still around, he'll especially appreciate the story "Cat & Mouse" in which a couple engages in an intense two hour challenge not to be the first one to beg for release.

So it's November - National Novel Writing Month. I saw one other mention of an erotica work here. I've decided to take my Harem story to the next level and do it this month. I know I've left you hanging on the climax of the story here on the site, but that's kind of the point of this site, right?

I'd love to get your input. Especially from the male POV. The book is written from the girl's first person point of view, so I can't really show the guy's POV directly anyway. But what do you want to see? What would be missing for you? By nature, a harem is a low male environment. Most of the direct sexual activity is girl on girl, aside from her time with the sultan himself.

It's been a very long time since I started a story. I think this one has possibilities. Enjoy! And feel free to add to the story if you're so inspired.

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The anklet snapped shut with an ominous click. It was beautiful and heavy - gold inlaid with intricate enameled patterns. But I knew that click was the dividing line between my old life and a new, unknown one. The chief eunuch, a hugely fat terrifying man, heaved himself heavily to his feet and stared down at me. In addition to his substantial girth I have never seen a taller man. He must have been seven feet tall.

"You are the property of the sultan now, in every way," he said. Seeing my fright, he patted my head. I resisted the urge to shrink back from his touch. "Don't worry, little bird. You are pretty and young. As long as you follow the rules, your life will be pleasant here. You will have every luxury, plenty to eat, beautiful clothes and jewelry, perfumes. Life is easy for good little birds."

There's been a lot of talk about ruined or partially ruined orgasms around here lately and it really sounds like some of you rather like them. I had an experience yesterday I never want to repeat.

It had been exactly a week - about optimal for me - with intensive teasing sessions at my husband's hands twice a day! I don't think we were this active when we were in our 20s. The last few days I've been edging during the day as well. Last night was supposed to be the big release, so I put in one last session - 6 minutes by the countdown timer. Edging had been amazing, skirting the very brink so close, I was feeling the kind of intense downward pressure that sometimes results in a big squirting O (not usual for me, but not unheard of). Yesterday I wanted to feel that pressure again and run out of time right on the bell. It was tough! I repeatedly pushed to the brink and was leaking like crazy.

We have a group of active people here at the moment who are on their own - or sharing experiences and encouraging each other in chat and blog posts. In some ways, if you really want the perfect T&D experience it may be better to be in that situation. Who knows better than you what would be the perfect tease?

I'm married to a great guy who is not truly a dom, though he's happy to play those games with me. He finds it fun and enjoyable, but I don't think in the same way a real dom would - he does it to make me happy. We've played with bondage, spanking, etc. for many years and I am always happy to indulge his fantasies the way he indulges mine.

I had an interesting experience last night I thought I'd share.

I'm on day 10 of denial - a personal record - so I'm pretty wound up at this point, as you can imagine. I was edging last night, using a very slow, gentle massage with the flat of my fingers and I'd been on the edge for a while. I find that really, really slow circles can keep me right there for a long time. But suddenly, I felt myself going over the edge. I didn't mean to and didn't want to after all this time so I immediately stopped and just FORCED the orgasm to stop. I don't know how I did it. I had to tense everything and pant like a locomotive to PULL the energy away from my clit. It was like falling off a cliff and then making myself fall back up onto the cliff. A very close call! But afterward, I felt like I was still on the edge. Like I was stuck there. I couldn't touch without blowing it all and not touching wasn't making it go away. I stayed there frozen on the edge until I finally managed to fall asleep - maybe an hour. (I don't know how!)

The whole T&D scene seems to be completely tied up with the idea of dominance and submission - that one person needs to control and deny another, who submits to his or her control. I think that can be wonderful when it works out, but I also think great things could happen between two people who like being teased and denied without any reference to submissiveness at all. Imagine this scenario:

Two people like to be teased and denied. They encourage, challenge and tease each other all week. Enjoy mutual masturbation, report their edges to each other, drive each other crazy. And then find release together at the end. Wouldn't that be a fine thing? Where does D/s come into it?

Five days of edging
Yes you can cum today.
Sorry, changed my mind!

Roll the dice and see
No doubles again today?
Maybe tomorrow

You think it's hard now?
I've got a surprise for you:
Mr. Hitachi

Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick
No I won't do it faster
Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick

Your last orgasm
Floats like a leaf on stream
Goodbye, little O!

Oh god, please no more
I can't take another stroke
Please, let me cum now

Now it's your turn.

Oh god, I hope I can do this job. I need it so bad. If you'd ever asked me what I thought I'd end up doing for a living, this sure wouldn't be it, but with the economy the way it is, I can't be picky. You know? And besides, the pay is not too bad and there are... aspects that sounded pretty intriguing in the ad: Instructional aid, The School for Sex, cunnilingus dept. How bad could it be? It turns out that it might be a bigger, um, mouthful than I can swallow.

I got the interview. Now I'm waiting to hear if I got the job.

The school is nothing to write home about: a nondescript building in a commercial district with only a small sign on the door. Inside, it's a little nicer, but still very simple. Nothing that would make you think it was some sort of den of sin. I was directed to a small office where a slim middle-aged woman in a dark suit and blond hair pulled into a bun shook my hand and motioned me to sit. She told me she was the instructor and her manner was not unfriendly, but very matter of fact. She described the job.

This is the story of my longest balance on the edge.

I had instructions to have a 15 minute session, though the details were up to me. I wanted to challenge myself and see how much of that time I could spend on the edge.

I started with a quick ramp up before starting the timer. Then I started it and hid it so I couldn't see the minutes ticking down. I promised myself I wouldn't look at the clock either and if I peeked at either, I would have to start over. There's something extra maddening about not knowing. Not knowing if it's been five minutes or fourteen. It works on your mind after awhile. Surely it's been fifteen minutes by now... What if the timer isn't working? What if I accidentally didn't start it? Time loses meaning and stretches wildly.