No Orgasm October
“You want to meet with him?” I ask.
“Mmmm Hmmm,” she moans. I could tell her other hand is between her legs.
“I’m busy all day Saturday.”
“I know. You’ll be so jealous. I’m going to be such a bad girl with him, especially now since you’re rejecting me. I’m going to give him everything he wants. Do you like that?”
She holds my rock-hard torpedo and squeezes with her hand.
“You just want to get fucked.”
“So badly, Daddy.”
“OK, Lo, roll over and spread your legs.”
I get in between her wetness and give her what she wants. The entire time she is playing out in her head what this Saturday will look like. She cums four times (at least) squirting all over me and the bed.
“Aren’t you going to cum, Daddy,” she pouts.
“I’m on the wagon.”
Another challenge for her. She sticks her bum up and thrusts backwards into me and tells me naughty things that she wants Zack to do to her. She uses her secret weapon — her most sexy voice. I swear, I could be on the other side of the globe, but if I heard that voice, I would ejaculate without the slightest touch of the flesh.
Before I know it, she is cleaning up. I looked at the clock. 11:00 pm exactly.
“Well,” I say to her, “my refraining from climaxing technically begins at midnight tonight, the beginning of October. I guess this was the last hurrah.”
“You never cease to amaze me.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You really think you’ll last even 24 hours?”
“No, but I’m going to give it a shot.”
“Well, we have another hour. I’m going down on you for one more shot.”
[Excerpt from the story, “October is the New Orange,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]
