Tag: edging

thrilledbytease:

(via shejerksmeoff, adultcontent)

She had made him endure a long night of repeated edging and wickedly intense need. Now, as his painfully swollen and still spasming cock jerked reflexively in her tightly gripping hand, he was exhausted and overcome with gratitude, affection, devotion, love, none of which he could put in words as he struggled to catch his breath, but she knew, and basked in her ability to bring him to this place.

Goals.

I want a weekend edging story. You can’t touch, only the domme can for the full 48 hours.

we-them-good-boys:

While she was checking us into the
hotel, I went to get our weekend bags out of the car. Hers was much
heavier than mine, and I have a feeling I know why.

The other day we agreed to a 48-hour
edging session. One whole weekend, with no touching allowed, except
for her. I just know she’s packed several instruments of pleasure…
or torture… into hers, and mine has very little besides basic
hygeine products. While she packed both bags, I know her, and I’m
pretty sure in my speculation.

We get to the room, open the door, and
she’s immediately on me like a predator, kissing every part of me she
can get to, almost tearing my clothes off, and before long I’ve sunk
into the hotel bed, mind completely blank, while she enjoys her toy.
I barely comprehend what happens, but when I regain my composure,
she’s sleeping beside me, clearly at peace, and I have hickeys all
over my thighs, neck and stomach, and I’m almost ready to burst just
from rubbing against the blankets. All I can do is wrap my arm around
her and drift back off.

The next day, she decides to go out for
a while, leaving me mostly to my own devices. I’m sure it’s not
innocent that she chooses to do so after a night like we had, but
that only serves to make me yearn for her more. I spend the morning
on my phone, trying to not stop too long on any pic in particular,
because getting turned on at all would be no less than torture at
this point.

Miraculously, I’m able to last until
she gets home with a plain white plastic bag.

“Of course. What’d you get?” She
laughs at that.“Something for me… and you…”

If the morning was torture, the evening
was cruel and unusual. Hearing the toy she bought as it slides up and
down, while she holds my pelvis down so I don’t thrust involuntarily,
especially while she whispers how sexy she thinks I look while she
does it, is almost overpowering. It truly takes all my willpower not
to cum right there… but I can’t disobey. My brain won’t let me.

The next day, we check out. She
insisted on showering beforehand, just so she could slowly stroke me
and tell me how good I’ve been, and how if I can keep it up, I’ll get
a reward… The drive home can’t be fast enough.

Thanks for the prompt! It was definitely a challenge for sure.

Oooooooohf, to have been a fly on that wall….. 😍😍😍😍😍

Thanks for answering that was 🔥🔥🔥🔥.