Edge until you cant think.
You came across this sentence during your casual scrolling through tumblr.
But something was different about it.
You just couldnt put your finger on it.
You never thought about edging like that.
'Can edging really do that?'
Sure, sometimes you edged before you came because it made the orgasm so much better.
But somehow you were drawn lately to so much more posts about edging.
Just seeing all these girls and how they react.
Eyes wide open as they reach an edge.
As they just keep touching.
It wasnt the first time you rubbed your clit to posts like that.
But lately it just became more and more.
Edge until you cant think.
It just popped up in your mind.
'Why do I keep thinking about that?'
You just couldnt answer that question.
But every time you touch yourself, it keeps showing up in your mind.
As you are slowly rubbing your clit with one hand while the other scrolls through tumblr.
Checking out your favorite blogs if they posted something new.
It didnt help that you found my blog not that long ago.
All the talk about your cunt taking control just does something to you.
As if your cunt is reading as well.
Edge until you cant think.
As it emerged again in your mind, you feel a strong pulsing from your clit.
Your eyes almost roll back because it was so sudden and strong.
The wetness on your fingers is increasing even more.
You just cant figure out what is so special about this one sentence.
Edge until you cant think.
Every time when you rub, or edge by now, it keeps popping up in your mind.
'I... I... mean, why not trying out edging for real?'
An innocent thought in a way.
You are curious if edging really can do it.
If it really feels that good.
"Well, only one way to find out..."
With your resolution to try it out, a wave of electric pleasure shoots from your cunt directly into your mind, bringing you to your first edge of the night.
"Fuuuuuuckkk..... what... what... was that?"
Your fingers leaving your clit for a moment.
You dont want to cum yet.
And yet, you sit there, legs spread wide, as your clit throbs with continous pleasure.
So close to the orgasm, but you dont allow yourself to go over.
It is like an experiment.
That is what you are telling yourself.
Edge until you cant think.
But where does it come from?
Edge until you cant think.
You didnt notice it but your fingers are already on your clit again, rubbing furiously.
As if your body has a mind of its own.
'Or is it my cunt? Oh my god, is it true? Does my cunt control me?'
As soon as you asked yourself this question, another edge explodes in your body.
Edge until you cant think.
'Fuck... that... that... cant be true....'
It was getting more and more difficult to think.
Each edge is melting more and more of your thoughts.
Edge until you cant think.
You arent even touching at the moment and yet, just the idea of your cunt being in control brings you so close.
And then this one single sentence.
Edge until you cant think.
Another edge ravages your body.
You arent even rubbing anymore.
Just a soft touch and your eyes are rolling back.
You gasp out of pleasure.
You never experienced pleasure like that.
Edge until you cant think.
But it was getting more and more difficult to think.
That part seems to be true.
Edge until you cant think.
And the sentence just keeps repeating now.
Edge until you cant think.
Another wave of mind-melting pleasure.
Edge until you cant think.
"I... I... gosh.... why... cant I cum?"
It happens automatically.
Whenever you are close, your hands just move away.
Then this one specific thought enters your mind.
Edge until you cant think.
You can feel yourself sinking into the pleasure.
Thinking becomes so incredible difficult.
You dont know how many edges you already had.
Edge until you cant think.
Edge until you cant think.
Other mantras start to surface in your mind.
Did you keep scrolling and reading through my blog?
All is becoming just a blur between pleasure, edging and scrolling.
Edge until you cant think.
And you dont know how many more would come.
Edge until you cant think.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuck!"
You scream because of the pleasure.
It feels like your mind is only mantras now.
I am just a puppet for my cunt.
It was the first time this mantra popped up in your mind.
And then you drew the connection.
That is the reason why it keeps popping up in your mind.
Edge until you cant think.
Because you have to edge until you cant think.
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