Becoming Hers, part 2
“Keep stroking baby, get yourself on the edge and hold it as long as you can.”
You are on the edge. It burns so much after so long without a full orgasm. You shiver and shake with the exertion of not cumming. You start to sweat all over.
“Eventually, you’ll be able to stroke for hours without having to stop or cum. By then, you’ll be the perfect lover, I’ll hardly be able to keep my hands off of you. Or my lips, or my pussy. I’ll be all over you, fucking 24/7, wearing sexy lingerie, driving you wild to make you fuck me all the harder.”
Oh god you want her. You’re getting dizzy from this. Her voice, her scent, her skin, her body, the edge. The terrible edge.
“Keep stroking and holding that edge baby. No cumming. Once you can’t stroke any more, hands on your head and close your eyes until you’re soft.”
You can’t take any more, this has to end. Getting soft takes what feels like an eternity. Your body cools and begins to shiver with cold and sweat, making you long for the hated edge again.