Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

I can do that ... or not?

Gabriel

Four days of orgasm ban

Annoyed, I shook my head and concentrated on the work again. The first two days were okay. No ... it was a horror.

It was once again a weekend, and we were sitting nonstop together. If I just looked at Samantha, I could jump on her. Maybe there was something real when it was said that men only think with their cock.

On Saturday, I even volunteered for shopping and cleaned the bathroom in the afternoon just to keep her out of my sight. I had to bring her to orgasm to her delight and my suffering twice a day.

No ... we delete this sentence. I was allowed to; I really liked that. Touching my wife, smelling and tasting her increased a thousandfold if one was horny ... I don't have to explain that to anyone. Sometimes I think back to the time when we were fresh together. I had to force her to let me lick her ... in my charming way, of course. Through her previous relationships, she could never enjoy that, and I was sorry for that, for there was nothing better for me than to explore her beautiful body with my lips and tongue. To taste the pure juice of her pleasure, hear her reactions, and see how much she enjoyed that ... when she stretched out to me with joy, her eyelids began to flicker, and gradually her entire body was covered with a slight blush.

As I thought about it, I felt myself getting hard again. In the meantime, thanks to my mistress, I had an excellent grip on myself. Yet this pulsation and throbbing are sometimes almost painful if one can't get any relief.

Day three and Misha pestered me at lunch by gently stroking my thigh, and of course, my cock immediately returned with interest.

"Stop that!" I hissed, slapping his hand away and heading for the restroom.

"What's going on?" He asked innocently, following me.

I slipped into the stall. The door was reopened.

"Misha!"

Slowly his hands moved over my upper body. After that, a bitter-evil look met him.

"Get out!"

"Come on. Just a bit. There's nobody here."

"Noted and rejected!"

That sucked out loud. My wife this beast; she probably had him incited to it.

"Better a living dog than a dead lion," I snapped and pushed Misha out the door again.

Annoyed, exhaling, I dried my hands and watched my friend in the mirror, who stood behind me and imitated a cackling chicken.

"I'll stuff that down your throat if you don't stop now!"

With a hiss, I tossed the crumpled paper towel to his head and left the door with a head shake.

The pressure on my balls was enormous, and Jared couldn't resist asking if I had pubic lice as I grabbed my crotch several times.

"If I were a cold-blooded murderer, you'd be dead now!"

I think my prostate was rock hard; at least I had the feeling that I could feel it. This pleasant tingling was almost unbearable. An itch that one couldn't scratch. That could drive a man mad. But ... I'd go through and prove it to everyone. That's what I decided to do, turning that statement into a question a few moments later. Then I thought of earlier times and wondered how I'd done it. Samantha and I were often separated, not just days or weeks, but for months.

The temptation lurked everywhere ...

After work, I went to my locker to get my jacket, and when I opened it, a scent cloud flew toward me. It was the perfume Sam sometimes used. I'd bought her because I'd fallen in love with the fragrance in the perfumery.