Tonight’s going to be a late night at work I’m afraid.
I don’t want you waiting up.
Here’s what you’re going to do for me…
you’re going to lay in bed when you start feeling tired, only panties on, and you’re going to reach under them and start rubbing yourself.
I want you to feel yourself getting wetter under your fingers and I want you to bring yourself close to an orgasm.
Play until you don’t think you can handle it anymore.
Then, just when you feel like you can’t hold back, stop.
I want you to edge yourself.
When you’re done, I want you to lay in bed, breathing heavily, wanting more.
Look at the clock, wait 30 minutes, then do it all over again.
Same thing, edge, but don’t cum.
Feel yourself throb under your fingertips, wanting nothing but release.
When you get close, stop.
Wait another 30 minutes.
Then do it all over again.
I want you to keep doing this until you’re too worn out and tired, until you pass out from exhaustion.
I wonder how many times you edge all while thinking and waiting for me.
When I get home, I see you asleep, hand in your panties, sheets soaked from your wetness.
I wake you with a touch, my grip on your body, slowly sliding down to remove your drenched panties.
I grab your thighs and spread your legs open as I lean down and tell you that all this was to warm up for me.
Now it’s time for the real fun to begin…