Does an Orgasmic Dream Provide a Woman Any Release?
It has been a difficult week filled with sexual frustration and unfulfilled desire, but also had times of electrifying teasing. However there was no orgasm and I am now in the 13th day of a new denial period. My lover has alluded to some innovative and sensuous liaisons in the weeks ahead.
My ex had always insisted my pubic hair be shaved completely bald. Anytime he was able to feel a trace of hair, he would personally shave me. I abhorred how it looked and felt humiliated and tawdry. Since we have been separated for several months, it has completely grown back. Early in the week while teasing me in the nude, my gf commented on my pubic hair. I had confided to her my extreme displeasure with my ex keeping it completely bald. She agreed it was very unappealing and said, She found a short tight bikini trim highly erotic and felt I would be quite comfortable with one. She carefully shaped my pubic hair into a tiny inverted triangle and then completely highlighted my outer labia lips, shaving a narrow border around them. I must admit it looks very sexy and I now feel very much relaxed in the nude. Lying nude with your legs spread wide and having an attractive woman delicately part and shave your labia lips, instantly ignites your passion to a level rarely attained. Normally I do not readily lubricate, even when adequately stimulated, but this highly erotic encounter had me as wet as I can ever recall.
I was cautioned that, if she every suspected me of having an orgasm without her
consent, my pubic area would be shaved bald and kept that way until she was certain I could be trusted to comply explicitly with her instructions.
Thursday of last week was an especially stressful day at work and further complicated by being in meetings most of the day and unable to touch myself for long periods. During one of the meetings, I was required to give a 20-minute presentation on a new product under development before a large group. Normally I am confident speaking to groups, although on Thursday I lost my train of thought several times. It was difficult to remain focused on my subject and I was continually distracted by the burning desire surging through my body. Our usual conference room was occupied and we were in a meeting room without a podium, requiring me to stand in the open at the front of the room. I had worn a conservative business suit, but with a rather short skirt with a side slit, causing my legs to be the focus of attention instead of my presentation. The lustful stares of the mostly male audience proved to be an additional distraction.
At the end of the day, my boss called me to his office and commented on the meetings. He complimented me on a thorough and informative presentation, but expressed disappointment in my incoherent delivery. He attributed it to the stress of my pending divorce and hoped my job efficiency would soon return to the level he had come to expect of me. He deferred ending the conversation and several times surreptitiously tried to steer the discussion to my personal life. I tactfully avoided revealing any pertinent details, but could not fail to notice how he thoroughly scrutinized my body during the lengthy conversation. He is considerable older than myself, untidy and often coarse. I have no interest in any sexual or even social relationship with him. He ended the discussion by expressing the hope I would confide in him, if I had any problems, and allowed his hand to furtively fondle my derriere as he walked me to his office door. Icily, but calmly, I informed him I would be able to find the door without his guidance.
Arriving home from work quite late, I quickly showered and slipped on jeans and a cotton top, not bothering to redo my makeup. Shortly afterwards my gf (dom) arrived for our daily session of teasing and was highly agitated at finding me dressed so casually and without makeup. She harshly reprimanded me and said, There would be no loving me up that evening and if I wanted sexual attention, I must look and act seductive. She left immediately saying, I was not to touch myself until the following evening when she would return around 8 P.M. Her final instruction was, that just before 8, I was to unlock the front door and be lying on my bed wearing only a short sexy negligee and my blindfold.
I almost made it through the night without touching my nipples or clitoris, but awoke about 4 A.M in the midst of an exciting dream. A handsome young summer intern from my office and I had been engaging in heavy petting and intense foreplay. Consenting to allow him to lay me he was just about to make penile penetration, when I suddenly awoke. If I had not awoken, I wonder whether I would have experienced an orgasm when penetration occurred in my dream. If I had continued the dream, would the orgasmic dream given me the same sexual release that I would have experienced from an actual orgasm? Has any woman had an orgasmic dream and what were your feelings upon awakening? I have never had one where I actually climaxed, but I suspect at best for us women, it would be similar to inadvertently reaching orgasm because you reached the edge and were too slow in stopping stimulation. I am aware young men, who have sex only infrequently, experience wet dreams and seem to enjoy the release they provide.
Upon awaking, I was perspiring heavily with my nipples erect and hard; my hand immediately moved to my throbbing clit. Several times, I pushed myself to the edge, but at least I did not succumb to the urge to masturbate myself to orgasm. Friday was a less stressful day at work, but sexual tension and anxiety were rampant. The ever-present hunger for complete sexual release was now accompanied by apprehension about what lied in store for me that evening when my front door would open.
Returning to my apartment immediately after work on Friday, I showered, fixed my hair and carefully applied fresh makeup. I selected an extremely sexy black baby doll negligee to wear. My bridesmaids had given it to me as a shower gift, calling it a SOS negligee (Short, Open, Sheer). Shortly before 8 P.M., I turned down the bed and fastened a very feminine white blindfold over my eyes. I adjusted my negligee to reveal just a glimpse of my pubic hair and spread my legs. For several minutes, I laid still listening intently for the sound of her heels on the hardwood floors. Suddenly I was startled and gasped as a hand gently touched my exposed pubic hair. I cried out my gfs name. There was no answer, except for two fingers gently grazing my lips. In a moment, the fingers softly stroked the recently shaved border encircling my labia, clearly assuring me it was she, but also conveying her desire for me to remain silent. As the evening progressed the teasing and denial was intense as always, but beyond that, I sensed a strong sexual lust and passion by my gf to have me as a lover. In the past, her gratification seemed to derive mainly from her ability to control my sexual fulfillment. After some time she left my bed for a few minutes, apparently to undress. Upon returning, she raised me to a sitting position and removed my negligee. Both now in the nude, we proceeded to pleasure each other; several times, she silently moved my hand to her breasts or crotch, encouraging me to reciprocate her ardent fondling of my body. Several times during the evening, I screamed for her to finish me. On each occasion, she just stroked my lips to silence me and paused to allow my arousal to subside.
After three hours of intimacy, she finally spoke; praising me for refraining from climaxing. She said, I must continue to resist the urge to have an orgasm, but could resume masturbating and pleasuring myself. She promised to lock the door on her way out and then I could remove my blindfold. Just before leaving, she enthusiastically complimented me on how erotic I looked with my short negligee revealing just a glimpse of pubic hair and what an alluring sight I was, helplessly lying in bed with my shapely legs opened so wide. One last time, I felt her lips again pressing against my pubic hair, softly caressing the folds of my labia. My body shuddered and I flexed my abdomen pressing it harder against her face, as I cried for her to take me. She seductively moved her tongue down the length of my slit and then rose from the bed. Frustratingly, there was no orgasm Friday night.
As the door snapped shut, I removed the blindfold and looked at the clock; it was 11:15 P.M. I had engaged in over 3 hours of passion and the aching in my body for satisfaction had only increased.
Thanks to all for their kind words of welcome, interest and encouragement.