edging and omo are just meant to be together, the parallels speak for themselves
the desperation, your body craving something, release and relief
edging towards the limits of your ability and your patience, but resisting it
wanting it to be over, to be allowed to let go already, because you know it will feel so good when you finally do
rubbing your thighs together, crossing your legs, anything to get some friction or pressure
when you’re so close to losing control you think it might start coming out, your muscles tremble and ache, quivering to be allowed to release
coming back down from the wave of need, having just had a glimpse of the feeling of letting go
when the sensations are so intense you feel almost numb
mindless pleading and begging, “please please please, oh god, I want to”
or “please oh no—not yet—please, hold it”
squeezing your eyes shut to focus better
muscles twitching, throbbing
your hips moving on their own, grinding forward
letting out a large leak that definitely pushes you into the category of “wet themselves” but without any relief cause you’re still holding, is as torturous as accidentally edging too far and having a ruined orgasm, with some sort of relief but no real satisfaction
coming back down from the brink, relieved you kept it in but also so frustrated because you want this to be over so bad
when you finally take it too far
trying to fight it to the very end, but it overwhelms and overtakes you
warmth spreading between your legs as you grow wet, your exhausted muscles throbbing
your body involuntarily relaxing into it, finally giving in
slumping in your seat, panting, as you finally let it wash over you; it’s too late to stop it now
the blissful pleasure of aftershocks as you continue to shivering in pleasure
milking out the sensations, squeezing your thighs, rubbing yourself, pressing down on your lower stomach
you will need to clean up, but it will have to wait a minute or two, because your legs are trembling and you’re not sure you could walk.