She discovered the word "gooning" recently on her NSFW Reddit scrolls. The constant edging, teasing, pulsing, aching for something to a point of arousal that your brain turns to mush.

She never felt more seen in her life.

She questioned if something was wrong with her. Why did she enjoy feeling brainless and stupid? Why did she enjoy drowning herself in her pleasure, denied over and over again? Most people would prefer just to access their pleasure and relieve themselves but she enjoyed the opposite.

She loved reading about men and their achy cocks, desperate for release. She imagined someone under the influence of so much lust that they fought themselves to stay away from her.

In her mind, she was on a first date. They were in a movie theater watching some dumb movie that her mind couldn't be bothered to make up. Her and her date had already felt mutual sexual chemistry from the moment they had met at a bar last week. She sat in the reclined, joint theater chair and made the first move. The man was college age, and a little shy. She could tell he didn't have much experience which aroused her even more.

He would freeze anytime their arms touched, so she enjoyed when he froze for a solid minute when she leaned against him. Her head rested against his shoulder and she felt his body relax finally, resting his head on top of hers.

In real time, she layed her head back in bed and closed her eyes. She was naked, warm, and comfortable under the covers, left to fall into a lustful trance. She returned back to her fantasy.

She fast forward in her trance, who had time for useless details anyways? Her hand made its way creeping up his arm, as his muscles flexed in reaction to her touch. She tingled all over and shuffled in her seat. The anticipation was too much to contain.

He swallowed, glancing down at her and locking eyes finally in unspoken interest. She looked towards the movie again. Dragging her nail down his thigh, she began making a small circle on the inner part. His leg twitched, the tickling both annoying and thrilling simultaneously.

Outside of her fantasy, she felt her hands move on their own, slowly massaging her breasts and her thighs clench together. She imagined continuing to tease him, as she could see his cock jump and bulge against the rough fabric of his jeans.

He would blush and look intensively at the movie as her hand would near his throbbing muscle. She kept pulling away though. She would edge him with desire to the point that in her fantasy, they could hardly make it to the Uber without making a scene. He had begun tracing his fingers on her naked thigh, up her belly, to lightly graze her tit. The movie was too long. By the time they got to the Uber, the silence and anticipation was too loud. She finally slid her hand over his crotch. The heat emanating from it made her pulsate below.

He groaned, leaning his head back as she palmed him. She finally gave his desperate cock the friction it needed. At least, enough for now. He rolled his hips against her hand and she felt her panties soaked against her pussy lips from the noises he made. He whimpered lightly and blushed, trembling a bit before quickly moving her hand away. He avoided eye contact when he whispered that he had been edging for months and was too sensitive so she had to stop.

In her fantasy, she had found someone after her own heart. When her mind brought her to a place where she was with a submissive man, her pussy throbbed even more by the surprise. She ached, her clit was hard and begging for attention.

She grabbed herself over the blankets, cupping her heat. She lifted her hips up and grinded against her covered hand. She bit her lip while feeling the bed underneath grow wet with her need. Her dry clit desperately humped the rough blanket as she felt her walls clench frustratingly around nothing.

She growled in frustration and pleasure as her hand met her pussy over the blanket, feeling building sensation. She quickly stopped, panting and humiliated. She felt so dirty but felt so right. She grabbed her breasts, twisting the nipples and tugging.

Her back arched as she felt electricity shoot through her torso and build in her groin again. No stimulation whatsoever on her clit yet she felt the pleasure. Her legs moved back and forth as her walls squeezed against itself. She pulled andntwisted her nipples harder, desperate for more feeling. She felt that feeling grow again as she throbbed, she was so close. She threw her hands off her tits. Her panting was erratic and a few beads of sweat dripped down ger forehead.

That was enough for the tonight. She could goon at her desk job later tomorrow, adding to the paused fantasy she built up.