another excruciating day of edging
Beautifully written. I felt every word (in all the right places).
By the time yesterday morning came around, I was so far on the edge that I thought I was going to fall off. There was a part of me, my cunt, that didn’t want to be teased anymore. Even if I wasn’t touching it, it ached for release.
So my morning was different. I lied there,…