kellys - Flight of Angels
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The Flight of Angels - by kellys
Where to begin when describing an awakening is hard to find. Let me start with the day that I met my true lover, my soulmate. When I first saw Prathi, I admired her form. I was not attracted to women at the time, but I could not help but see her every day, and eventually became curious to meet her. It turned out that we worked near each other, had similar tastes in many things, and became friends. We had many mutual goals - fitness, health, shopping, and the idea that there was something more in life. We both knew it was there, but didn't yet know how to get there, or even what it was that we were missing.
As time led on, we became very great friends. And then one day, in a moment of curious passion, we became lovers. Neither of us had ever been truly satisfied by men, nor did we really want to be. We both had wanted to find something more inside of ourselves, and share that with an understanding partner. It started with just a kiss, then, both of us embarrassed after it. But we did not try to avoid each other. In fact, after that awkward moment, when I saw Prathi next, she smiled at me. Something felt good about this in a way that intimacy had never felt before. We still continued to meet during the day for lunch, and coffee, and then after work.
One day, as it got late, we felt something really special between us. I had never felt so attracted to a friend before, and somehow she was feeling the same way. I distinctly remember a feeling of warmth passing through my body during the excitement of our first set-up for a sexual encounter. We were sitting at a cafe, after a nice dinner, and began to gaze into each other's eyes. After a time, soft words were exchanged - subtle compliments that grew stronger each time. And we both finally knew what we wanted - to experience something new with each other. We made love for the first time that night. I don't think either of us can say it was great - it was the first time for both of us, being with another woman, and we were not really sure what to do. But everything felt great, and somehow more exciting and satisfying than any other sexual experience either one of us had before.
With time, we began to long for each others company. Our sex life had not really taken off yet, but that did not matter. We just craved being around each other, and loved the feelings we felt when we were together. We became more intimate with time, but lacking that feeling of full release, we were searching for something more. We learned how to kiss, how to caress each other's bodies, how to kiss each other's pussies together, and it was all very wonderful. But seeking more stimulation, we both were drawn to getting a special type of piercing. We had heard that having a clit ring could increase your stimulation and pleasure, and we really were looking for something extra. Although it was a big step, we both did it together, and it certainly did have some effect - we were much more aware of the presence and arousal we felt in our genitals. It was not long after that, we both reached our first orgasms together. Life began to take off. We could not believe that we had waited this long to find such pleasure.
How we first decided to try it, I don't know, but one day Prathi got the idea to try putting a hoop ring around her clit, just behind the piercing. She had a small earring that happened to close around her clit. It fit just right, with just a little, but pleasant pinch. She found it so stimulating, she had to make love right then. We began to kiss and play with each others breasts. When I touched her nipples, she began to quiver with excitement. I will never forget what she said next - "You have to try this. It feels so good, I don't want to cum."
After that, she started to lick my pussy, at first with slow, soft strokes, getting more vigorous, but feeling so gentle at the same time. It was like she had become a part of me, anticipating exactly what I wanted for stimulation, and where. When she began gently sucking on my clit, I almost fainted. I saw a flash of light in my head, began to sweat, and lost all sense of time. What happened next, I can never fully describe. It was like my whole body was bursting with energy, and every atom in it was reaching orgasm at the same time. Prathi proceeded to give me the longest and most intense series of multiple orgasms I had ever experienced. When I finished, over an hour and a half had passed. I think I was in orgasm for the whole time. I was parched, the bed was soaked, and Prathi just lay between my legs, looking up and smiling at me. I was too tired to return the favor, so we just cuddled and I drifted off into clouds of bliss.
When I awoke in the morning, I heard moaning and felt the bed slightly vibrating. My God, Prathi was ravenous. The poor thing had stayed up all night masturbating. She was now using my vibrator and playing with her throbbing clit. And it really was throbbing. She had left the ring on it all night, and it was as hard as a little pearl, and visibly pulsing. Gushes of sweat and vaginal juices were dripping off her.
"With this ring on, it's like, no matter how hard I try, I can't cum." Prathi said. "But everything feels so good I don't want to stop."
I felt obligated to help her out after the amazing night she had just given me, so I asked her to take the ring off so we could 69.
"No, not yet. I want you to cum first." Well, I didn't have any problem with that, and it didn't take very long for me to cum - seeing her so turned on had gotten me very excited. Finally, I begged her to take off the ring before I got too spent so that she could cum too. It only took her about a minute to start climaxing. When she did, she began to shake involuntarily, completely gone to another world. I thought she was done, so I stopped licking her briefly, and instead she began to moan with even more pleasure. She shoved her pussy right in my face. I kissed and tongued her some more and she kept coming, intensely, for the next ten minutes. She managed to regain enough composure to continue licking me, and we both enjoyed waves of multiple orgasms for the next half hour. Our bed was so soaked and sweaty, you could see steam on all the mirrors. We had to do laundry that day! Clearly, this was the most amazing and intense sexual experience either of us had ever had.
We took a while to recover, then cleaned up in the shower together. As we were about to get out, Prathi kissed me, and told me that she wanted to wear the ring all day. My curiosity was piqued now, and I wanted to try it too. Both of our clits are almost the same size, so it worked out that the other ring from the pair fit me just right. The feeling was amazing. It was like a little constant, but gentle squeeze that gave you just enough to keep you aroused and horny. My clit began to get hard without any other stimulation. And as it got harder, the ring got just a little bit tighter, squeezing just a little more. The fit was perfect. I couldn't believe Prathi had gone all night with this. Prathi was getting aroused from it too. She began to play with her nipples, then with mine. My clit was now rock hard, aching so gently. We kissed and twirled our fingers around each others nipples. Oh, the feeling. It was like being more aroused than I knew was possible. I now understood why Prathi spent the whole night masturbating. But as hard as I tried, I could not cum with the ring on.
We spent the day lounging around, shopping, having lunch, dinner. I wanted to get home as soon as possible, but Prathi was insidious. She wanted to keep walking around as much as possible, take a nice long stroll through the outdoor mall, spend extra time savoring wine with dinner, coffee afterwards. I almost couldn't stand it. I was so turned on the entire day, I was almost crazy with desire. When we got home that night, we both were completely out of control. We took the rings off right away. Five minutes later, we both came together, and drifted off into peaceful sleep.
We began to do this every day. We even wore the rings to work. It took quite a bit of getting used to, being this aroused all the time, but it was sooo worth it. If anyone ever saw me with a beaming smile, I would sometimes blush, wondering if they could tell what I was feeling. With the rings on, with just the perfect amount of stimulation, it was like we were just barely short of bursting into orgasm for the entire day. When we got home, the orgasms came and came again. Our sex life had reached an entirely new level.
Eventually, we began to enjoy being so turned on, that we took turns making love with our rings on. One of us would go the entire night without taking it off, just enjoying the experience of pleasuring our partner. And it was beautiful. When you are that aroused for so long, making love with your sweet lover is such a wonderful experience, that you just forget about having orgasm. And you become so attuned to your lover's feelings, that when she reaches orgasm, it almost feels like you are experiencing it too. And when you are receiving, having the full attention of a lover that has no concern in the world other than pleasuring you, you can fully relax and enjoy the most amazing feelings you could ever know. Imagine an orgasm that takes you not just into pleasure, but bliss beyond anything you have ever known. Now, multiply that by a hundred, make it last for an hour or more, and you have but a small taste of the exquisite and divine radiance we have found.
After a while, these turns began to get longer. At first, a day was too much for one of us to handle. But eventually, it became a week, then a month. My first month was almost impossible to handle. The only thing on my brain the entire time was making love to Prathi. I was so dissapointed when we couldn't make love, and so tempted to take the ring off when in the shower, or when I had a quiet moment. I would masturbate at times for hours, and the only thing that kept me from taking the ring off so I could go all the way to orgasm was my devotion to her. She felt the same way. Something had clearly changed within us. Sometimes, we both even kept our rings on, and made love without either of us reaching orgasm. It was still so completely satisfying and passionate. The feeling of relaxing into sleep, knowing that you are not supposed to reach orgasm, still feeling aroused the entire night is beyond great. Your dreams become intensly sexual, you wake up craving more, and you feel a constant love and energy flowing through your whole body. It is like your entire body has become a super-sensitive sex organ, and every touch, every breath, every shudder becomes a delightful sensual experience.
Over time, this progressed into both of us leaving the rings on for longer periods of time. Our first two weeks together brought even deeper feelings of love and commitment for both of us. We tried to go an entire month together without orgasm, but one of us would always give in. At first, it was for our own pleasure, but soon we began to crave each other's orgasm even more. Sometimes Prathi would beg me to take off my ring so she could lick me until I came really hard. Sometimes I would beg her to let me make love to her beautiful pussy, and let her go all the way into bliss. Our orgasms now far surpassed any pleasure our bodies had ever known, and sometimes one of us would still slip and end up wanting that. But what we found, more and more, was the longer we went without orgasm, the more pleasurable sex was, even if we were left frustratingly unsatisfied. And the closer we became as lovers, as partners,and the happier and more content we were in our lives.
We needed help. Clearly, our desire for orgasm, or for giving each other orgasm was holding us back from something more. Being able to take off the rings whenever we wanted was too tempting, and we found ourselves slipping into orgasm more and more, when what we really wanted was to spend longer periods of time aroused, horny, and feeling so super-sexual without orgasm. Since we had the piercings already, we had the idea to get rings fashioned that would fit just as perfectly over our clits, but have holes drilled in the side so they could be held in place by the piercing. Constantly putting in and taking out a clit piercing is not a good idea, and if we used a heavy enough gauge, then it would require quite a bit more effort to take the rings off. We both talked this over, and were totally set on it. Our goal was to take turns taking the rings off, only once a month. For one month, we would devote all of our effort to pleasuring Prathi, leading up to an orgasm at the end of the month. For the next month, we would switch roles, and I would get to enjoy one orgasm. And for the next month, both of us would build up our sexual energy together without orgasm. The idea was so exciting, we both knew we had to do it.
So we eventually decided to investigate a deeper and more solid clit piercing. If we had our rings made like this, they could practically last forever. But I began to get a much more devious idea. If it was possible to create a ring such that once it was put on, it could never be removed, one of us could keep the ring on forever, never having orgasm, but completely devoted to pleasuring our partner. It would no longer be a choice to take the ring off for a moment, minute, or hour of pleasure. I began to fantasize about the idea of Prathi keeping her energy and arousal like this, forever, always devoted to pleasuring me. In fact, it felt so good when she did, I could not resist the fantasy. Of course, I would still be able to take my ring off, and we could both just enjoy my orgasms together. The idea got me so how and wet, I masturbated to it constantly, sometimes almost slipping and taking off my ring so I could cum. I had to find a machinist right away.
It took some searching, but I located a jeweler who did custom work, who advertised discretion and privacy. Exactly what I was looking for. He did freelance work on his own out of his garage. I talked to him on the phone and he seemed quite reasonable, and I told him about our request for two carefully sized rings held in place by a piercing. My request didn't seem to phase him at all. I was a little reluctant to go to a stranger's house and give him all the details on my own, so we set up a meeting at a coffee shop that offered just enough privacy and public setting. He got it right away what the rings were for, and said he had done similar jobs before. To get it perfect, he would have to measure us - eek. But he was professional, nice, and did not seem seedy at all. In fact, he was married, and his wife could measure us if we preferred. That was a relief - and made me much more comfortable. I had the curiosity to ask, so I had to know if it was possible to make the rings a fairly permanent thing.
He seemed a little surprised by that question, but said, well, it is possible. If you are thinking of something like that, we'd have to be sure that neither of you have any reaction to the metals used, but he could fashion the rings out of high grade steel, harden the elements after machining. After they were hardened, the would be practically indestructible and unmachinable. There would be a ring, with a barbell holding it in place, two threaded balls, and two small screws. The threaded balls would drive the screws into the barbell, The screws could be designed so that force could be applied in one direction easily, but with no surface to give in the other direction. Then, even if you unscrewed the balls, you would have no way to unscrew the one way screws that held the ring on. With pieces so small and sensitively placed, it would not be possible to hammer the screws out. And you couldn't drill them out, since the steel would not be machinable. This blew me away. He asked if that was what we were looking for. I told him not for now, we just wanted a simple barbell. I would call and set up an appointment.
I could not stop myself that night. What had become my greatest fantasy was actually possible. I told Prathi about the appointment, she was excited. We made love, quite passionately. She was excited to start going longer without orgasm. Neither of us wanted to cum during lovemaking that night. But when she drifted off into sleep, still smiling with the glow of arousal, I secretly went to the bathroom. I could not control myself. I took off my ring, and masturbated myself all the way to orgasm. Not just once, three times in five minutes. I tried to put the ring back on, but I couldn't close it over my clit now. I was still horny, and it was engorged, like an angry bee. I came once more, now completely spent, and my arousal dropped. Finally I got the ring on and went back to bed. I don't think Parthi heard me, she was still asleep. But I felt pretty guilty and bad. I vowed not to take my ring off again until we had our new rings and it was my turn to cum.
We went over the next day for measurement, which was quite nice and relaxing, not the cold clinical thing we had been expecting. Randy and his wife greeted us at the door of the house, offered us tea and a warm home setting instead of the cold garage we had been imagining. Cheryl was a bit curious what we were getting done, and we told her about it. She was intrigued by the idea, fascinated that we planned on going so long without orgasm, but totally supportive. It was nice not to be judged, and to have her there to measure us. The measurement didn't take so long, since he already had a good data point from the rings we had - he just wanted to get the size perfect since the new rings were going to be a bit heavier in gauge. When we got dressed again, Cheryl told us, "I have something a little similar, you know, if you would like to see."
Well, we were both pretty curious. Cheryl disrobed, then removd her panties to reveal an interesting sight. She had a set of vertical bars through her labia, with beautifully engraved balls, inset with emerald. Wow. They were so magnificent. We inspected them a bit.
"They don't come off, you know. Try it."
We both tried unscrewing them. They didn't budge. We looked at each other, both in shock and awe. I think we both were thinking the same thing at the time. Neither of us said anything for a minute.
"So how do you have sex?" Prathi asked.
"Well, that's the thing, I can't. At least not that way. But I would never want to take them out. Inside, they hold a ball in place, just inside my vagina, pressing firmly against my g-spot. I can orgasm at will, all day, just by walking around or squeezing my kegels." She shuddered, and began to moan. A milky white fluid dripped out from her vagina, and her eyes rolled back. She had just cum. "Female ejaculation", she said, "is the best." Suddenly, she regained her composure. "Sorry, that happens sometimes. I hope I haven't put you off. I realize you have something different planned."
We were not at all upset, mostly quite curious. What a demonstration! She got dressed, then Randy knocked and came in, went over some of the financial details, if we wanted any special engraving or inlays, and finally when we could pick them up. "Just simple screws?", he asked. We both said yes. We thought a bit about inlaid jewels, but couldn't decide. He said we could always come back and get that done later. We did decide on an engraving, however. Both of our rings would say, "Forever, Love", with the first letter of our names engaved underneath. In only two weeks, they would be ready.
It was a wonderful two weeks. We made love, intense, long and passionately every day - setting aside at least two hours a day for massage, baths, and special attention. Several times we went even longer, morning and night. Our bodies had never felt so good. After witnessing female ejaculation, we gave us each deep g-spot massages. It felt so great. We even came - well, the fluids came spurting out anyway. But still no orgasm. With the rings on, it really was impossible. I was already looking forward to my next orgasm, still more than a month away. Prathi couldn't wait either. Still so turned on, my fantasy came back.
I called Randy and told him we had a slight change in the plans. I told him that Prathi's ring was going to have a permanent one-way screw. He asked if we were sure. I said yes. And I told him to harden the steel as well. It was going to cost extra, but it was worth it. I was going to have Prathi all to myself, my constantly devoted and attentive lover, never herself reaching orgasm again, but always enjoying mine instead. It was such a powerful fantasy. And I knew, deep in her heart, this was what Prathi wanted. She was the one who initiated the whole idea to begin with. And she was the one who always begged to let me cum instead of her. Maybe she just wasn't strong enough to say it, but I could feel that she was ready. I had to help her. I couldn't believe how turned on this made me. But I was good - I didn't cheat and kept myself without orgasm until the day we got the rings.
We looked at the rings. They were so beautiful. The engraving was perfect. I inspected them really fast, making sure I knew which one was mine - the engraved "E" underneath gave it away. We both smiled and kissed, then said, "Let's do it!".
Prathi took out her piercing slowly and carefully, slipped off her clit ring and smiled at me while I did the same. Carefully, we slipped the barbells into our piercings. I almost lost concentration and I was visibly shaking, aware of what was going to happen next, even if Prathi wasn't. We slipped the new rings over the piercings. They were a bit heavier and thicker. The effect was even more wonderful. My clit got hard instantly. My heart was beating so fast. I looked at Prathi, we smiled and kissed with our eyes closed for several minutes. We screwed in the barbells together, and my heart was now pounding so hard, it felt like it would explode out of my chest. Maybe I was wrong about her. I had to tell her before she finished screwing it all the way in. But I couldn't form the words. I just finished screwing mine in, when Prathi said, "Thank you. You don't know how wonderful this is going to be."
"Prathi, there's something I need to tell you," I barely managed. What had I done? She would probably never forgive me, maybe even leave. I had really let myself get swept away in this fantasy.
"It's ok," Prathi said softly. "I know."
"Know? You mean about your ring?" I asked.
"Yes, I know. Randy called me to make sure this is what I wanted. And I do." She smiled at me. "My ring is never coming off - it really is forever, love. Watch."
She began to unscrew her barbells. The balls came off, with a little piece of circular tube attached. The screw inside had been separated. She was really sealed in permanently. And the most amazing part - she got up and grabbed a box from her purse. She emptied a little felt pouch inside, and out fell two shiny threaded studs. The were diamond tipped, threaded just the same way as the balls. There was a little tool with them. I watched, feeling relief and amazement as she screwed in the two little diamonds. She beamed up at me, smiling with radiance, as her poor little clit sat there throbbing, now reflecting light from its pleasureful prison.
"Our wedding bands," she said. I cried tears of joy, relief, and hugged her. She held me close and patted me on the back. "It's ok. I'm going to be very happy," she wispered. When we released our embrace, she was holding two little diamonds.
"These are for you," she said.
"Oh, you shouldn't have. Thank you so much. I really was thinking about getting jewels for us, but they were so expensi..." I cut myself short, and my heart jumped up into my throat. I stopped breathing. No, no, that's impossible I thought to myself. But I looked into her eyes and saw the truth. She had a tiny tear welling up in her eye. Strong feelings rushed through my whole body. My heart began to race again, and I began to sweat. Little dots began to cloud the outside of my vision. My arms began to shake. I looked up at her again, this time, in horror. There was only one thing I had to do. I couldn't believe what my mind was thinking, and I had to know the answer.
I reached down and began to unscrew my barbell. At first, slow, shaking, but I willed the concentration into it and they came right off. I closed my eyes, and tugged on the ring. It must just be stuck. I tried again, and now it hurt. I must have left one of the balls in. I looked down. No, they were gone. I looked inside, but I couldn't see so well now. I closed my eyes, and my mind stopped. I stopped thinking, in shock. I felt her touch me, trying to comfort me, but I was overloaded. I knew what had happened. I could only manage to say one thing.
"Oh my god." I burst into tears. I hugged Prathi and cried. Tears of all emotions. Sadness, rage, irony, fear, love, happiness. I was so glad she didn't leave me. We could spend the rest of our lives together.
"When Randy called," Prathi explained, "and told me what you asked, I was a little surprised. I didn't know you wanted to go so far, so soon. When he told me that you only wanted my ring to be permanent, he asked if I would like to switch rings. It would serve her right, he said. But I told him..."
"Told him what," I asked, even though my heart already knew.
"Told him to make both the rings permanent. That they would be our wedding bands, keeping us forever in bliss together. That we were both ready to give up orgasm forever, and move on into pure love," she smiled. "He though it was the hottest thing he had ever heard, even gave me a discount on the diamonds."
I looked down and saw that while my mind had blanked, Prathi had screwed in my diamond studs. I couldn't believe it. No more cumming. Ever. That wasn't quite what I wanted, but I was already happy going longer and longer without it. Maybe this really would be the best thing for us. Suddenly, I felt my clit growing. And it felt so good. These rings definitely gave more stimulation than the old hoops we had. And it kept feeling better. I had never been this aroused before. And Prathi hadn't even touched me yet.
"But it feels so fucking good, I want to cum so bad!"
"I know", Prathi said. "Me too. But that is no longer an option for either of us. Isn't it great!" And then she added, "We'll be like this... forever!"
Both of us were pounding with energy now. We felt an almost electrical current flowing between us, flowing up from our groins and filling our whole bodies. It was like the energy of a thousand lovers simultaneously caressing us and teasing every inch of our bodies, inside and out - keeping us building even though we didn't know how it could feel any better.
"Are you feeling what I'm feeling," she asked.
"Oh my god yes," I responded. "Thank you Prathi. Thank you so much. I love you more than anything in the world."
And we made love, not stopping for anything, not even food or water, for seven hours. The whole time, we were just short of orgasm. Just when we were about to reach it, when things started to feel sooo good, it was like it became further away. We were soaring, like a pair of angels, flying higher and higher with each minute. Something was happening to us that was different. We felt filled with light and bliss. When we realized that we were not going to be able to cum, it only made us more aroused. Sweat poured off us. Prathi's pussy began to really flow, like I had never seen it before. Her scent was so strong, so primal, and so tasty. It was like we were goddesses, drinking nectar from each other in a union so intense and passionate, the entire world was gone. Almost like orgasm, but never giving that satisfying release. But also never stopping.
It's been several years for us now, and I don't think we'll ever experience orgasm again. It's so frustrating, and yet so satisfying at the same time. For one thing, I don't know how we could ever get these rings off. The steel is definitely not machinable, so there is no way they are coming off, at least not without seriously injuring ourselves in the process. Even then, my clit has lost almost all sensation in the tip, exactly where I need it to bring me over the edge to orgasm. I don't know if it was caused by nerve damage from the piercing, constriction from the ring, or gradual desensitization from both, but it seems like the sensation there will never come back.
But don't get me wrong, our sex life is great. We've gone from having sex a couple of times a week to at least several hours every day. And every time, it feels better. It's like our arousal and stimulation keeps building forever, bringing us closer every day to that orgasm that each of us so craves. But somehow, every day, that orgasm gets further away, and instead we are just left with more frustrating pleasure, teasing our desire higher and higher until the frustration itself becomes the goal. Especially great is when we get a nice relaxing day, with nothing to do - we usually end up making love all day, getting each other so wet and horny that we both start to shake and spasm uncontrollably. If only those spams would turn into orgasm! We both try really hard to make it happen, but it never does. Of course, that is the whole point. Why would you want orgasm when you can have this? We both love the feeling of constant, permanent arousal, always being so close to the greatest pleasure we could ever know, but never crossing over into it. It is like a perpetual bliss that caresses our bodies and souls, in the most intimate and tender way possible, every day of our lives.
And the greatest thing about it, is that it will go on forever, never stopping, even for a minute. If you ever see a beautiful woman close her eyes and look up at the sky, smiling with such peace and a knowing hint of primal, frustrated, but grateful and accepting lust, you might be seeing one of us. Just be happy for us, for we are enjoying greater satisfaction than orgasm can ever provide, even if that pleasure is forever denied us.
Living happily ever after, Elena & Prathi.
P.S. While this story is fictional, the feelings and results of voluntary orgasm denial that are described in it come from personal experience. The author has kept herself stimulated daily without orgasm, a voyage that began over two years ago. Recently she and her partner have both made lifelongs vows to live in this state of preorgasmic ecstacy forever. Neither of us will ever experience orgasm again. If you find this idea arousing and exciting, you will know what you must do as the next step. You will find bliss beyond your wildest dreams, all day, every day. The only thing stopping you is the thing you want the most, the thing you know you will never have again. But in time, just knowing that will become more exciting than anything else you will ever experience. Trust us, this is the path to higher sex and enlightenment. Join us, find pleasure and satisfaction in your frustration, end enjoy the endless benefits of life without orgasm.