I came this morning. I'm already so needy and hirny again. I'm just rubbing and pinching my nipples trying not to give in and rub my clit just yet.

Self control is such a tricky thing. I don't have enough to keep from teasing myself right now, from taking my hands from my nipples so every touch doesn't also make my clit throb. I didn't have enough this morning to keep from rubbing my clit and fucking my cunt with my fingers.

But I also didn't have enough to hold back from cumming. Such a problem.

Denying my orgasm turns me on so badly I accidently orgasm.

"Edging is better than cumming," I make myself chant as I gently brush a thumb across my nipple and shudder.

"Edging is better than cumming," I chant, taking a break to put two fingers in my mouth and daydream about it being a cock.

"Edging is better than cumming." I chant as I fantasize about being tied down and forced to edge over and over, all control taken out of my hands. Begging for an orgasm I'll never get until I'm gagged with something to shut me up. I'd be such lovely entertainment. Helpless and denied and controlled.

"Edging is better than cumming." I fantasize about a collar around my neck. Sticky wetness pools between my thighs, but either my hands are tied back or I'm only allowed to make myself more desperate by rubbing my nipples.

This I'd why I edge. To be entertainment. To be a toy. To be used and to be useful.

I'm none of those things when I'm not denied.

I hope this post entertained you. I hope knowing I'm so wet right now but not touching entertains you. I hope thinking about me denied and desperate is pleasing to you.

It's what I'm here for.

Edging is better than cumming. Edging is better than cumming... Edging is better... Edging is better...

I'm an edgeslut. I'm an edgeslut. I'm an edge... I'm edged Edged... Edged...