female denial, solo female

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Picture

A picture of female orgasm denial by artist Kamitora.
Kamitora has done several of this kind of pictures, and this one is the latests so far.
Just click the link below to go to the page where the picture is.

http://kamitora.org/posts/cotchie-coo/

Day-Long Self-Tease: For Women Only

This is an all-day tease for any interested women to follow!

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What you will need:
A soft, poofy cosmetics brush (dry)
A bottle of KY Intense, V-Gel, or some comparable clitoral stimulant substance
At least 4 of those in-your-gloves heat packets (if you can find them)
A stopwatch, or some way to keep track of time
A notepad, or a tally keeper
Your toys of choice

What you will need with you all day:
the brush, the clitoral stimulant, the stopwatch, the notepad, and the heat pads.

A moment to myself---or so I thought? -- Part II

I began making soft noises in response to his ministrations. His tongue stopped flicking just to lightly trace little circles about the tip of my nipple for a few moments, before resuming its previous torture. I moaned breathily and squirmed below him, trying in vain to grind my pelvis against his.

A moment to myself---or so I thought?

I locked the door before slowly turning around and smirking to myself. (Finally, some 'alone time'...) First came off my shoes and socks, before I shimmied out of my pants and pulled my shirt up over my head, tossing both articles of clothing into a pile beside my bed. Next I unhooked my bra, tossing it into the pile as well, before slowly pulling down my panties. My panties joined the rest of my clothing in the pile.

A moment to myself

I locked the door before slowly turning around and smirking to myself. (Finally, some 'alone time'...) First came off my shoes and socks, before I shimmied out of my pants and pulled my shirt up over my head, tossing both articles of clothing into a pile beside my bed. Next I unhooked my bra, tossing it into the pile as well, before slowly pulling down my panties. My panties joined the rest of my clothing in the pile.

A moment to myself

I locked the door before slowly turning around and smirking to myself. (Finally, some 'alone time'...) First came off my shoes and socks, before I shimmied out of my pants and pulled my shirt up over my head, tossing both articles of clothing into a pile beside my bed. Next I unhooked my bra, tossing it into the pile as well, before slowly pulling down my panties. My panties joined the rest of my clothing in the pile.

Hiatus

As you can tell, I haven't had the time to post blog entries lately. I had a very busy April, full of deadlines and unexpected complications and emotional roller coasters. I have managed to stick to my masturbation denial routine. In a way, I think the discipline of it has helped me to stay centered through all of this stress. Anyway, I'll probably be continuing to take a bit of a hiatus from the site. There's not much I could write anyway.

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Methods for... stopping.

So.... I know this is going to sound like a really basic newbie question but... how do you.... just... stop?

Are there personal methods or tricks you girls (& guys) use to prevent yourself from accidentally cumming? I know it supposedly gets easier with experience, but the urges also get stronger the longer it's been since I... since I.. *sob*

I've only got 12 more days to go for this denial period, but the edges are getting more and more brutal.

Forgot About the Ginger

Day 12. I've kept to all the proscriptions, but I realized that it's Monday morning now, and I never did any of my 2 hours of ginger-on-clit meditation time that I've prescribed for myself every week. So, naturally, I'll have to do a total of four hours this week: the two I skipped last week and the regular two for this week. I'm trying to decide what would be an appropriate punishment for not sticking to my regimen. Any suggestions?

Sublimation

I've always had a tendency to develop emotionally intimate and deeply loving friendships. For a long time, I just sort of thought that was how friendship worked, but it would appear that what I'm experiencing is a bit outside the norm, and acknowledging that it's always difficult to really compare one's internal experiences with another, still, it seems like I feel love and compassion, in general and specifically for platonic friends, more intensely than the average person.

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