The Beautiful Kind

My guy has been out of town at a conference since Thursday morning. I suggested we both deny ourselves orgasms until he gets back, which shouldn’t be too hard for him, since he’s rooming with his straight best friend (although the college girl who served them breakfast practically threw herself at him when she overheard him talk about how he needed to practice tying me up all week in preparation for tying up a girlfriend of mine at her upcoming birthday dinner party).

As for me, it’s a real challenge since I play with myself like a bonobo chimp. About five times a day the little orgasm light bulb goes off in my head - ding! - and then I realize I’m not allowed to get off, grrr. Yet another way of testing my limits. I thought about cheating and sneaking a frantic rub (he’d never know!) but decided that wouldn’t be as fun.

Anyway I pick him up from the airport in about an hour and my crotch is on fire. I’m wearing my new pretty little white lacy bits lingerie under my innocent-looking overalls.

NEED. RELEASE. !