So, Sundays are bittersweet to me. It's another 24 hours of being free without the normal weekday stress. I know we can't help but edge the time away.

Today is different. I don't want to blink, and then Monday morning is here.

I want it painfully slow.

I want your sexual frustration to build so fucking slowly, it's palpable.

Every time your pussy leaks drip by drip. I want you to have an almost out of body experience.

Neediness so fucking strong, your pussy is SCREAMING to just cum. Your beautiful, sharp, nails spreading your pussy. Fingering yourself so deep, that you feel your juices sticking to your fingers.

She wants to be wet. She needs stimulation. The faster time goes by, the faster her stimulation will be over.

I want your soaked fingers wrapped around my dick, locking eyes and rubbing me slowly. Spreading my own precum around my tip. Your clit throbbing with jealousy, knowing she isn't getting the stimulation she needs.

I am glad the holiday week was with friends and family. And I'm sure you'll travel home soon for the normal routine to bring back engaging highs, and mundane lows.

But right now? I want these words, and visuals, to be so vivid that your travel back to normalcy to feel like an eternity. Your pussy loathing, and loving, the engagement. Hating, but needing, the edge because you can't runaway from yourself and your thoughts.

Use your vibe during your travels. Squirm in traffic from how unbearable your lust is for release. Your orgasm may be mine, but we damn well know that your edges today will feel unreal the slower you go.

I'm proud of you for listening, and going slow. I wouldn't want it any other for my good girl 😘