Hours later, you are exhausted. You are sweating. You know you need to get ready.
Slowly trying to put your clothes on. But your mind is so fuzzy. And your hands wont listen to you. Whenever you pull them away from the centre of your lust to put something on your naked body, they automatically move back.
It takes all of your will to resist the urge and put something on. But just pulling your hand away feels like moving them through slick, dense air.
Your hand and your cunt seem to attract each other like magnets.
But you need to get ready. You just cant keep edging a day away again. You already did it so often in the past.
'I have to go. I really do. I must stop.'
Thoughts like these are racing through your mind. But even then, you cant stop. You just cant stop.
'Maybe just a bit longer? If I am fast I can get ready in 5 minutes. And I write them that I arrive later. Because I had stuff to do.'
You didnt notice it but your thoughts are already trailing off track. Going in a very different direction you started with.
'I just tell them I couldnt make it earlier. Because of vee..fuck....ry important things. I...mmm...I....oh fuck....mmmmm....oh my.....I...I...just dropped something....I dropped.....my....food....I dropped....my..........will.....I dropped.....my thoughts....I dropped'
Every time your last remaining thoughts mentioned the word drop, your cunt was vibrating and pulsing in unison. Sending the pleasure straight into your mind. Becoming emptier and emptier as you drip more. As you leak more.
Until you silently repeat your mantra. Oblivious of doing it.
I have to edge my mind away.
Not noticing that you stopped getting dressed.
Not noticing that you started to edge again.
All you know, all you recognize, is the pleasure you feel in this moment.
The pleasure you felt for hours already.
The pleasure you are going to feel for even more hours.
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