I promise not to orgasm or fuck for a week.

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You read that shit right.

My wet lips, my moist panties, the tightening in my cunt as I walk, sit, feel my short cotton skirt stretch across my thighs all must be ignored and beaten out of my mind.

A small exercise in control; a muscle flexed to prove a point; running in knee-deep water at sunset with a cocktail in my hand.

It’s possible, though unenjoyable. I’ve joined the other team, it seems. I’m part of the Peanut Gallery to pulse-thumping fucking and a compatriot to self-restraint.

I’m no longer the main event in these parts.

And I’m ok with that.

This is a new Hy, I suppose. For a week. It will steel my resolve for every time The Neighbor stops by for no reason for 3 minutes or pops his head over his balcony bars on a muggy morning while my baby and I are eating breakfast high above the palm trees.

I have made a promise to a friend — sweet, pervy AM — to not release myself. I can keep a promise to him. Not myself.

Sad, yes, but true.

So today, Wednesday, marks the first day of one whole week of abstaining from both orgasm and sex. A week from today I will post pics of me writhing and cumming with glee. Hopefully. Cross your fingers my partner in this gets laid because then I can at least touch myself.

The deal is, I won’t fuck anyone and AM won’t wank. And since we both find it unlikely he’ll have sex in the next week, I’ve decided to be a sister in arms and give up jerking off, too.  It’s only fair.

I will be a pulsing, whinnying mare in heat in seven days, guaranteed. I might also shit epiphanies and giggle rainbows. Regardless, whatever you do, don’t send me cock pics, ok?? (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com).

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Kiss me I’m drunk or Irish or whatever.

And PS:  Holy fuck! The ubiquitous Rincewind featured me today! I’m so honored and humbled!  Wowza!

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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82 thoughts on “I promise not to orgasm or fuck for a week.”

  1. You can do it! I agree, not cumming SUCKS. but as I learned with Dave last week, the wait was worth the prize. Soooo worth it.

    In seven days, you’re REALLY going to cum like a motherfucker.

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  2. I am litteraly laughing out loud. Best of luck to you, sweet flower. Perhaps I’ll join you in your quest. Maybe it’ll be a meme. All us blog pervs stop touching ourselves for a week. Imagine the pent up sexual power! It might just bring on the second comin… Umm cumming.

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      1. I’m not a blogger, but a big fan, and I would totally do it too if it weren’t for the asshole my husband would become. But I will refrain from “extracurricular activities” for a week to feel like part of the crowd. :)

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      1. I am shocked you’d do this! : ) More power to you though. I had the idea of going into the lion’s den myself – because if you can’t stay away – attack from the front in full force!

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        1. Well, it’s a little thing, really. I’m already struggling stayin away from TN. This will bolster me. Of he does come sniffing round, I can say NO because I promised AM. :)

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  5. I’m in! (the weird thing about sex though…it’s like eating. Just because you had a 5-star dinner last night doesn’t mean you won’t be hungry today….and the contrary.) Did that make sense?

    It will be a long week.

    Bisous,
    Dawn

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      1. Well for AM and I the no sex part should be no problem.What a cruel twist of fate in the event that my husband might have some sort of libidinous surge. (I think I ought to be excused if that happens. My Mom will write me a note. I’m sure of it!) Touching myself though….

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        1. AM gets to fuck if his wife wants to, so you may too! The point for him wasn’t abstaining from sex because he doubts it’ll even be an issue. If she’s game, then he’s all in. No pun intended ;)

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  6. Oh Hy, what have we started? All these lovely people choosing to not cum in support of a dubious cause?
    I feel a degree of pressure now. Not only to see the week through without a wank (jeez, it was as hard this morning) and also to try to save us all from a week long trial.

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  7. If I wasn’t already sex-deprived… I’d join the bandwagon, but alas, I might go bat shit at this point, so I will have to just wish you good luck. I expect to read at least one post on your thoughts on the matter… oh… about halfway in or so. Mmk? :P

    So many Xs and Os <3

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  10. Lol Hy, I love a challenge, but I won’t be joining you on this one. My hitachi is my friend and I’m OK with not being master of my domain!!

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  11. As the only (so it seems) voice of reason left here, I must chime in. 1st, my Hy la Douce, you are still the main player … never forget that.

    And as the initial entrant into the Peanut Gallery, I welcomed you with open arms. Now I am having 2nd thoughts given your current curriculum. But be forewarned … the Peanut Gallery features close, tight sitting. We rub up against each other often as we voice our opinions. (Buffalo Bob seems to look the other way at all the right times thankfully).

    And I have taken no such foolhardy vow as you seem to have. Be prepared for much (un?)welcome and (in?)appropriate touching and fondling.

    Keep the pics coming.

    Mike

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    1. You’re sweet and prickly, Mike. Kinda like a kiwi fruit, though I doubt you’re green and slimy on the inside.

      What’s this Peanut Gallery talk all about? I’m confused. Though, not about its tight quarters, etc.

      Lastly: bring it! It’s just a week. Incidentally, as I was typing this I got a text from Kevin. Looks like I will actually be challenged to turn down some cock! Oy.

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      1. oh sweet Hy … you are so young and innocent. The Peanut Gallery originated on the Howdy Doody TV show in the 50s. The Peanut Gallery was a small seating area where the kids watched and screamed out (sound familiar?). Buffalo Bob was the MC and brought out characters like Howdy, Clarabelle the Clown, Phineas T Bluster and others … a gang very similar to IBF

        ah poor Kevin

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        1. Ha! I never knew that’s where “peanut gallery” originated from or Buffalo Bill (I figured it was a Silence of the Lambs reference! Lol).

          And yes, poor Kevin. I just told him we’d have to wait. :)

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  15. damn, no wanking or sex for a week… I’m not sure if I would manage that, I think I will happily wank away while u2 try to behave :D but best of luck to both of you…

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    2. ah bugger, got a reply from AM on his blog and I’m in as well… can’t say no to that man… gonna be a weird week of sex bloggers who’s trying to stay away from what they write about…

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  16. What a cause.
    And Accidental Masturbator involved too – damn.

    I feel like joining you from next Tuesday since I will be away from home, and doing my best not to fuck a certain someone ;)

    Go HY! Go AM!

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  19. I feel as if the world is cumming … er I guess it’s really, not cumming … to an end. All the top sex bloggers are becoming chaste. Is this how the world ends?

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  22. So, how’s it going? When you finally get to release it’s going to be great. When I was like 15 I used to “save up” so when I found the good porn on my computer/HBO I could j/o for hours. It was a glorious mess.

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