So here I am, sitting behind my desk as the last person in the office. Since I was a little late today (here if you want to know why), it is only fair that I work longer. No problem with that. If I was working.

But now that no one is around, now that I'm all alone, I feel this urge, fueled by my hard member pulsating in my pants. Oh, I feel it all day long: when I'm in meetings with colleagues, or sitting at my desk, working, concentrating on the tasks I have to do. I have been feeling it since I woke up. Convincing me to open reddit on my phone during my lunch break and browse through some of my favorite sub's.

But now it is different, without someone else to talk to, a task to focus on, I feel the urge growing. Gently I rub my bulge. The sensational feeling my cock gives me when I answer its needy call is intoxicating.

I unlock my phone and open reddit with one hand as deftly as I can, my other hand rubbing against my bulge, motivating it to get bigger and bigger. I feel my heart pounding faster as I read through all the little nasty posts and naughty messages. I feel a wet spot on my shorts. All of these encouraging messages ally with the urge in my head.

Oh fuck it! I think, unzip my pants and take out my already rock hard cock. Slowly I start stroking it, enjoying the sensation and sensitivity. I start fantasizing about all the women rubbing their hungry spots and all the men stroking their demanding sticks. When it feels so good, it can be bad, right?

Suddenly, a noise. I stop. I cross my legs, hide my hardness under my long shirt, sit up straight and pretend to work. A colleague enters the room he forgot something he mumbles. Did he notice? I ask myself. A few seconds later he leaves.

Alone again. I stare at my monitor. Maybe this was a warning? Maybe I should stop? My heart pounds in my chest. Oh fuck, who am I even kidding? I give in to the urge , as I fail to enter the password correctly for the third time.

I release my cock and begin stroking again. With each stroke I feel my brain melt away, every thought washed away by the sensation and all the naughty images that pop up in my mind. With each stroke I feel less able to work and fall deeper into the spiral of mindless pleasure. The sensation builds in my body, bringing me closer to the edge.

And then, at this point, I hear a voice don't come!. It is not a voice in my office, it is a voice deep within me, a voice I know wants only my best. It wants to prolong the sensational feeling and help me fall deeper into the spiral.

I stop and let the sensation of hitting the edge flow through my body. I enjoy the mixture of frustration and excitement that emanates from the head of my cock.

I sit back and relax. As my needy member continues to demand more attention, I begin stroking again, comforted by the knowledge that the voice in my head is making sure this pleasure does not end, flooding my mind and erasing any useful thought.

I'm not sure how long I'd been edging, but as I finally stopped, pushing my throbbing, pre-cum glazed cock carefully into my pants, I realized it was already dark outside.

I hope some of you enjoyed my (heavy filigreed and nearly) true story 😅

However, as many of you know, edging through working hours can be fun (at home as well as in the office). Just remember to do it carefully and in a responsible way. Be considerate to your colleagues and don't forget to do your work.

Anyway, I wish you all a lot of fun, you little perverts and don't forget to stay hydrated 🥤🥤