I’ve always been a big fan of edging. And by that I mean for days. The way I get hyper-sensitive and even a slight breeze can become sexual. The pain that comes with it also being a plus and a major one. But one time I made the mistake of going too long and too far.
It was the third day. It was a Monday. I had been edging pretty much all weekend. I’d go into the bathroom at home, get so close to orgasm that I’d begin to feel my knees giving out, and then stop. It was excruciating. And I never wanted it to end.
Monday, I was at work and I was dying. I needed to get it over with and how. I went into the bathroom and began my push toward completion. But at the last minute, I stopped. I wanted to keep going. To make it last a little longer.
So I slid my leaky friend back into my pants and washed my hands and went to leave. But the way that my friend rubbed against my pants was just enough, was just enough pressure to the right spot and; and out it came.