I am denied. Let's say it again and let it fully sink in : I am denied. My pussy shall crave an orgasm everyday, every waking moment, and maybe even in my sleep, but only receive delicious edges followed with the much less delicious realization that it will always stop there, just when the need to go over the edge becomes the most urgent, whenever the arousal is at its pick and everything in my body is begging for that sweet release.

The body doesn't understand it's just an edge, every...