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Tantalism: A teasing or tormenting by the hope or near approach of good which is not attainable.

Welcome to tantalism.org, an exploration of the delicious tension arising from thwarted sexual release. We hope to provide a friendly community atmosphere, and a hotbed of eroticism for devotees of this kink. Diversity of input is encouraged, as we prefer to travel the less worn paths, including female denial, same-sex activities and the extreme bounds of fantasy.

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Female orgasm denial.
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"A Story of Self-Denial", by solodiva

(An old post from a different board...)

These boards have inspired me. I hope you enjoy this little story. It is my reality and fantasy.

I'm single, so self-denial is my sweet, secret bliss. I torture myself for hours, days and weeks, repeatedly bringing myself just to the edge of orgasm and pulling back, never letting myself come. Getting hotter and hornier to the point where I'm almost going crazy. I watch hours of "condensed" porn: tapes I've made that include only the hottest and most arousing scenes from pay-per-view movies. I smoke kick-ass pot and drink java or kahlua. I don't go to sleep until I've fingered my cunt and held my electric vibrator near my clit for at least 30 minutes. As soon as I wake up, I do the same. All the while I'm telling myself "don't come, not yet, hold back, don't clench, don't come, it will be so good later."

Heathers post

Here is a post by Heather from the old Yahoo group (Heather/Master Gharlane/Mistress Gail I hope you dont mind) Enjoy!!

Friends,

Master Gharlane has ordered me to post my report on my
teasing at Mistress Gail's hands during our vacation.

Hope You all like it as much as i did!

Hugs,
heather

Dear Master Gharlane,

Mistress Gail arrived early Saturday morning, so many
things to do this week, so little time. So many
teases and torments planned for Her fuck sluts pussy,
so few orgasms it may be allowed.

Naked, i knelt on the floor at Mistress's feet as She
caught up on all the details of my horny frustrated

Vibrator by pager

The alarm has already rung and been snoozed at least once, but I am still fighting sleep. I feel my husband draw his hand and fingers over my leg and up my side. Suddenly, I am awake. After all, he has been teasing me for weeks without allowing me to climax. Maybe now is the time, but I doubt it. Just more teasing. After all, we are both due at work soon and while he might squeeze in some teasing anytime, he is not likely to allow me to cum in a time crunch. He savors it too much, especially due to its rarity.

Anyway, in my state I am just craving touch. I can’t resist it even knowing I won’t cum. My body betrays me. I push into him, my hips already rocking. He laughs gently, slides a finger inside, then out, circling my center of pleasure. He barely touches the nub, but I strain against him moaning. Maybe a minute and a half has passed since I woke up, but this response is the work of weeks. After a few more minutes I make a massive effort and try to pull away. “Time to get up.”

still waiting

It's been well over a month for me. A long time. I am definitely sexed up, charged, and distracted. Mongojerry kept me teetering right on the very edge for an incredibly long time the other night--I didn't even know I was capable of it or that he was for that matter. I thought for sure he would accidentally push me over and if not, he would lose his nerve and let me come. No dice. And in the middle, he left off teasing to clinically examine me and announce that yes I really am swollen and that it's very impressive.

He has suggested that Wednesday might be my day. But I have to fulfill certain requirements first. And one of them is to post a story here. Fiction, non-fiction, it's all fair game as long as I'm the star. So here goes. Fiction it is. You can find it in the story section. Perhaps not the best of stories but certainly sincere.

The Lines Between

The Lines Between
By RopeBinder

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She wasn't a masochist, at least not in the true sense of the word. Yet, she begged him to pinch her nipples harder. Why? To turn him on? She used to think that, but this was different. This feeling came from a deeper place.

"Jeremy, please, pinch them harder."

The urgency. The desperation. Even he was amazed. He watched her. He watched her chest heave up and down. He watched her panicked breathing. With every calculation he made to get her to this point, he never expected this response. He squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His hands shook with the effort. She gasped, but thrust her hips toward him.

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"Elurial and the Inn" - a short excerpt from the novel "Forest of Bondage", by Aran Ashe

This is a small excerpt from chapter 10 of "Forest of Bondage" by Aran Ashe - it's part of a four-part series, and is now almost impossible to find. But as with all his (or her?) other work, it's always worth the effort - in my opinion. :D It's set in a swords-and-sorcery fantasy world, by the way...

This is, of course, reproduced without permission, and I don't really want to encourage a lot of that here. However, I felt this was just too good to not share. Enjoy!

It was late into the morning when Nina, the chambermaid, drew back the curtains. Elurial bathed in the golden light. She lay upon the matte white sheets, with the coverlet folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Her back, turned to the window, formed a perfect curve - slim, with precisely drawn projecting bumps all the way down her spine, or at least, as far down as could be seen, for around her waistline was a pure white belt. Had Elurial been sitting up, her interwoven sun-gold hair would have formed a dense and wavy triangular cloak to the level of her hips. But now, with Elurial supine, her cloak of gold lay draped across her neck and breasts and belly. Elurial's face was innocent, as chaste as falling snow; her nose was small; her eyelashes were long - perfectly curved, and long and soft enough to stroke a lover's skin. Her eyes had opened now - they were as wide as innocence and just as blue. But Elurial's lips were sensual - full red, moist and swollen as if they had been sucked upon and only just released.

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Day 6

Still waiting...

I hope the b/f actually will not take pity on me this weekend. I've never been deliberately pushed to the limit with denial, and I'd sort of like to see what it's like.

I can't say I don't like this. That "just before coming" feeling is the most delicious feeling on earth to me. I think it might be better... no... I was, of course, going to say better than an orgasm itself, but it's not.

But once the orgasm happens, the feeling is gone, and I hate to lose it!

He's on his way.

We shall see what my swollen clitoris will get!

G

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Day 5

I was busy today, so I was distracted from my dilemma a bit. This could be a good thing. However, all day I was very aware of an enlarged presence between my legs. Every movement kept me conscious of my yearning clitoris!

Tonight he came out, and almost immediately set about tantalising me! The tiniest touch was electric. Slowly he began to massage my enlarged clitoris. Within minutes he had me dangling over the edge of the long awaited orgasm, where he kept me for some time.

We had an errand to run, so we were interrupted by that for about a half hour. It was strange to be out in public in such a state of arousal.

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Day 4 - continued

First to answer questions:

Yes, I am very definitely further aroused by servicing him. If not specifically aroused, I at least become very much more receptive and susceptible, judging by the way I consistently become extremely wet every time I do it. Part of the reason is that with every swirl of my tongue, I sort of indirectly imagine how the equivalent action on me would feel. I love feeling his cock in my mouth, the sloppier the better. The other thing that turns me on about it is when I am *instructed* to do it. He, of course, enjoys it immensely when I volunteer, and I enjoy being told what to do. In my present state, I am much more likely to volunteer. ;-)

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