Originally, I [posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/gix9uf/f4f_f4a_another_late_night_breathy_audio_edging/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) the below text to r/gonewildaudio. Reading it back, though, it occurred to me it belonged here, too.
Here’s the [Audio](https://soundgasm.net/u/dickensianqueer/F4A-Really-needed-this-quiet). Most of this text is written there, too. Feel free to read along.
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Earlier today, I did an [edging challenge](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/epj4kv/a4aselfedgingcountdowncontrolchallenge_an_edging/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) partly of my own invention, partly from a prompt on GWA. These used to be my favorites, both in others and to do myself, but it had been a long time since I’d really done one.
I was determined to really challenge myself. I took a bath and edged 3 times with the shower head. Got so sensitive, I nearly came those last 2 times; had some very close calls.
Then, the women’s contingent of my family wanted to go on our daily stroll around the neighborhood. I had planned on finishing the edge right after my shower, so I was really, really frustrated (in more ways than one). I had forgotten that edging is *actually* frustrating sometimes; it’s not just *all* pleasure. There’s a reason for folks’ palpable desperation.
I decided to put something inside me for the stroll, and something in my pants to grind against. It would bounce against me as my wheelchair went over the pebbled ground, but I would have to endure for 45 mins or more, and quite a bit of social interaction with my folks, without letting on at all.
The stroll was hard, but the lemonade and sitting afterwards was harder. I found myself grinding against the thing in my pants, again, and again. I almost let out a sound a few times. My clit would beat. If I shifted, the piece inside me would shift, too.
Once I came inside, I went straight to my room. I put on a camisole with thinner fabric than the regular t-shirt I’d been wearing and stripped out of my pants. I got on the bed and pulled up an edging challenge. The one I found dictated that people get themselves to the edge, then stop, count for a certain amount of time, edge again, then count for 10 seconds less, and etc. Once you reach zero, you count down from 10 and let it go.
I started to do this. I had to be quiet because it was early evening, my folks’ house is small, and people were very much up.
Then, I got interrupted.
I was so, fucking, frustrated. I got up and got whatever it was they needed so as not to give myself away. One of them made fun of me for relaxing in my underclothes — I told them I was “relaxing” — but they laughed and went away.
I got back on the bed. I noticed this before, but my underpants were soaked, a huge drenched patch, from the walk and after time. This was so incredibly arousing. I ground against something through my underpants, rather desperately. I got very close pretty quickly. I stopped. Counted up to 60. Tried to take deep breaths.
Next, I just played with my breasts. (I knew if I went after my clit again, I would come right then and there.) Normally, they aren’t so sensitive. But this time, they were, and I moaned — far louder than I’d meant to. I stopped a second — tried to calm down — and lost the camisole. Had to massage them directly. Had to. I kneaded them, both of them. I moistened the left nipple, pinched it, and then the right, and that was just It. This was easily the most aroused my nipples had been in months. (I guess that’s what happens, though, when you withhold that much.) After a little bit of this and grinding of my legs, I had to stop.
I counted up to 50. I couldn’t touch, so only thing I could do to get stimulation down there was to grind my legs into each other. I tried not to move — got about 26 seconds in without moving — but I was really desperate. I moved. More, and more. I started imagining grinding into a girl without warning. Even this was getting dangerous.
I finally got to 50. I shoved something between my legs and bucked as hard as I could. I only lasted about 5 seconds before I had to stop again.
I counted up to 40. This time, I didn’t move a muscle.
I got out a makeshift vibrator and teased my nipples again. They were sensitive, but less so than before. All needs were on my swollen, aching clit, now. But still, I got relatively close. Close enough to stop.
I counted to 30.
I did a risky thing: I ran the vibrations over my button, through the underwear. It was sitting on the swollen hood.
I stopped, and started counting to 20. No touching.
After 20, I was still too close, even from not moving at all. I lost the underpants, lying there with no clothes. I looked at the inside. It was drenched, all the way through, and then gleaming, too. I inhaled, then set them aside. Thoughts wondered back to girls again, doing this. I had started rubbing, pressing my legs together without even realizing it. Massaged my thighs for a moment. I rolled onto my stomach, just bobbed in the air. I was too close with even that and the nipples brushing against the bed. Had to stop.
Anticipating it, I counted to 10. I moved over what I’d been grinding into on my back before to the middle of the space, covered it, while counting. When the 10 count was over, I got on top.
I counted backwards from 10.
The sheet I’d used to cover it looked like half a small bottle of water had been spilled on it afterwards. While I was going, I couldn’t even get out what I’d put inside beforehand.
Cataloguing this, late at night — not able to use my hands while typing, or anything but desperately pressing my legs together — made me need to do it again.
~Fin~
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gixtqq/f_ff_another_late_night_breathy_audio_and_an