I feel the rush of ecstasy as she strokes my hard member, bringing me closer to the edge, making my legs shake. I let out a little squeak in lust. Filling the air with a passionate brrrring. Wait! What?

My alarm clock rings, it says 5 in the morning. I feel my hard member under the covers, begging to be free. I have to work at 8, so there is plenty of time for a little edging. I pull over the sheets and look at the tent, which already has a wet spot at the top. I pull down my shorts and begin to massage the pre-cum into my hard cock.

Waves of pleasure run through me as the excitement grows. Oh fuck! My cock is already so sensitive. I slowly pump my right hand over my boner and slide my left fingers over my balls. The sensation grows inside me, I feel my legs shaking a little and pre-cum running down my shaft. I get closer and closer to the edge. And just before I hit it, I stop. I surrender to the sensation flowing over me.

My body tingles all over from the excitement of being so close to coming. After a deep breath I start again, slowly pumping my fist over my cock. Oh fuck is that good I moan softly as I start to squeeze my balls. But that's okay, no one is around to hear me. I stroke a little faster, feeling like a sprinter, ready to hit the next edge. I lay my arms flat on the bed as I hit it.

My breath is heavy and I enjoy again this sensational mixture of denay and arousal. Should I risk it? Should I go for a third edge? I have not come in days. My mind trembles between the options of go up or just feeling the sensation one more time. But it is not my mind that decides. It is my cock. My throbbing cock begging to be touched. To be stroked.

I dot it again. Slowly. My tip is so sensitive, I feel like it could explode any minute. I glide my fingertips slowly around it. I smear some of the pre-cum onto the spot right under the tip. I rub around, feeling my responsive member, rewarding my actions with more pre-cum. As the sensation grows, my body begins to shake. Fuck I start stroking again, feeling the anticipation grow and grow, the urge to release multiplying with every move my hand makes. I hit the third edge, grabbing the blankets with both hands, pushing my hips into the air, feeling the sensation of not coming. I feel the waves and ripples of pleasure running through my body.

I pant. I look at the clock. 6 already? How did that happen? As I rush out of bed, I feel my legs are still a little weak. I go to the bathroom while I still feel some afterglow in my body. I take a shower. The sensation of the cold water mixes with the remaining arousal in my body. I take a deep breath while enjoying these feelings. It doesn't take me 20 minutes to get dressed, and by half past six I'm in the kitchen, drinking coffee and eating some breakfast.

A few minutes before 7. Okay, I only need half an hour to work. I notice that the cold shower has cooled me down, but not my dick. I feel it twitching in my pants. That would be enough time. I think.

I go into the bedroom, lay back down, grab my smartphone, and start scrolling through some of my favorite subreddits. It goes faster than I thought. All these women and men, naked, wiggling their ass or breasts, fucking each other. Before I know it, I'm stroking my dick with one hand and swiping my phone with the other.

The next edge hits very quickly. I stop stroking and squeeze my member at the base as a new rush of excitement and ecstasy moves through me. I have to be careful if I don't want to come I gently slide my hand along the head, feeling a small puddle of pre-cum. I rob it slowly with my thumb in the head.

Tingles run down my spine and my mouth goes dry. I look at the clock. 20 past seven. There is still time I continue to pleasure the spot on the underside. I look at the pictures, but no longer recognize what they show. My mind is melting as my thumbs continue to rub the head of my dick. I feel my hips moving uncontrollably.

I push my cock rhythmically into the air. I moan as I feel the pressure of coming become unbearable. I wrap my fist around my cock and push, push my cock into my fist. Each thrust brings another joy, another wave of pleasure. I feel my body tighten as I get closer and closer to the edge.

I slowed down but did not stop. I don't want the feeling to stop. I try to regain control of my hips and stroke very slowly. Enjoy the feeling of pleasure that each long and slow stroke brings. Getting closer and closer to the edge, stroking slower and slower to prolong the feeling. My mind is drowning in the sensation and ecstasy, radiating from my cock. When I feel that a breeze could make me come, I stop.

Remove my hand from my cock. I surrender to the joy that overflows my body. I start to giggle as I realize the sensation rushing through me and my cock is still hard and sensitive as hell. I turn off the phone and take a deep breath. I try to relax and enjoy the fading excitement. I look at the clock *FUCK! Five after eight! I hurry out of the bad, carefully stuff my cock into my shorts, straighten my shirt and head to work.

I hope you enjoyed my little story 😄

But there is a little twist: While there is nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasures of edging and denial, always remember that there are other things in life, such as work, friends, family or partners, that are also important and should not take a back seat to your own pleasure.

Anyway, have fun, you little perverts, and don't forget to stay hydrated 🥤