EDGING | EROTICA | BDSM

Please, Sir. May I Cum?

What’s the female version of blue balls? Because he’s left me edging long enough.

He’d left me, naked and tied to his bed with my favorite DP porn on repeat for what seemed like hours. While the women on the screen were getting their fill of cocks and cum, my pussy ached with the lady version of blue balls.

I couldn’t touch myself.

I couldn’t even rub my thighs together.

When I heard a car pull into the driveway, my heart filled with hope. Surely, he’d race inside to see whether I was wet and willing? Surely?

“Hey, honey, I’m home,” he called out and I forced myself to look away from the porn to watch the door.

“Well, isn’t that the sweetest sight I’ve seen in a while?” He’d changed since he left me, looking sexy as fuck in old blue jeans and a white tee. “Do you have anything to say to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry for what?” At least he kicked off his shoes. My pussy started to purr. Soon, soon, I tried to hold onto hope that my punishment was almost over.

“I came without you.” It didn’t seem a big deal at the time, but I’d broken my…