Unexpected guests are the worst and I had more than a handful staying at mine roughly the last two weeks. I am very private and shy so playing with a chance of being heard is almost too mortifying to continue. I did caress myself here or there with a hand but I can't cum often with my fingers and edging is twice as hard so I didn't dedicate a lot of time to it.

No touch is my least favourite. By day four my interest in touching and orgasming began to fade. Eventually I didn't really think about teasing at all which is tragic for an edging addicted deviant.

Tonight I'm risking a bit of teasing with my vibe set on low. I'm not all alone on the house so I'm doing everything I can to muffle the sound paranoid someone will discover me humping my hips against that delightful rumble. I've felt myself panting.

To work myself up to this state I eased in by lightly caressing my clit the last few days every time I used the bathroom. Until it began to swell and the flicking felt good. But then I'd pull away, do my business and leave. I drank a second coffee for incentive to slip into the toilet more often to fondle my engorged clit hood. I'd let my bladder fill uncomfortably full even though I took a long drive after the coffee, no accidents but waddling to the bathroom at my destination made me shiver with relief when I let loose. All that build up makes this vibrator barely enough but somehow perfect at the same time. Melting my mind away while everyone else sleeps.