u/Unlucky-Expression25

Going through the worst breakup ever and just need someone to hold me and makeout with me for a bit. (Not tonight, but soon) I might be up to more depending on how things go but that’s a very big might, so please don’t be angry or offended if I’m not ready to go further. I’m in Highland Park but I don’t care if you’re not close by.

If this sounds not boring to you then send me a dm to say hey with a picture of your face! I will send you photos of myself in return. But please don’t send me a dick pic

Every now and then if I edge my pussy while trying to fall asleep I will wake up cumming. It’s one of my favorite things so no matter how badly I want to cum I will hold it and play with myself and then hold it again until I lull myself into a horny frustrated sleep. I’ll start having a dirty dream and then I’ll wake up to the most confusing pleasure. Since I’m usually on my back and not touching or humping anything and it takes me a moment to figure out what’s happening I can’t quite catch the orgasm to satisfy it fully. I’ll start flexing my tummy and desperately bucking my hips up to get *some sort* of stimulation on my poor achy clit. Sometimes if I flex my asshole or rub my lower back hard it will help me complete my orgasm. But usually it’s not enough and I have a disappointed ruined orgasm. Then I can’t take it anymore and move to my belly and desperately jump and grind away until I can finally get a nice good real cum and fall back asleep. Ugh just thinking about it my pussy is dripping and throbbing and I hope it happens tonight

I used to live in a national park up north, almost Canada. It was extremely remote so we already didn’t get many visitors, and when Covid hit they closed us to the public for awhile so it was just us employees out in an empty never-ending forest with not much to do and no internet or cell service. I was shy and not interested in fucking people I would have to share a work and living space with so I spent a lot of time in my little dorm edging my pussy. At one point the boredom of hiding away in my room to fuck myself got to me and I wanted to try something else. It was late spring and the weather was finally nice. I packed a picnic blanket, a few other necessary things for a long hike, and my dildo and made my way outside. I planned to take a popular trail up to a lake with no real interest in my destination. My only goal was to find the right place along the way to use my dildo.

I had stayed up all night humping the side of my bed until I got too close to cumming and going back to the book I was reading until I was too horny and needed to hump again over and over just repeating that cycle until the sun came up. I was so excited for my hike that I just couldn’t sleep and couldn’t help myself. Once the sun came up I had coffee while I edged myself staring at all the gifs I had saved in my pathetic little porn folder on my phone since I couldn’t use the internet for porn. So by the time I began my hike I was sleepy and hazy and so fucking horny. I was wearing jeans and the seam pressed up perfectly against my clit, every step I took rubbed it just enough to keep me wet and desperate. About a mile into my hike I passed some contractors for the NPS who were doing something, I don’t know what, but they were all out in their safety vests and hard hats bustling about, some of them using chainsaws on old rotted out fallen trees. I nodded and waved hello as I passed, a few of them nodding back and as I continued on I couldn’t help but sneak a glance back at one man in particular. He was much taller than the rest, with long hair and a big beard and he had these huge hands. He was looking at me when I turned. I smiled.

Another mile later I veered off the trail to sit on a rock and drink some water. I snuck my hand down my pants and started rubbing my pussy. I was so wet that I checked the front of my pants to see if it had soaked through and amazingly it hadn’t. I thought I heard people talking off in the distance and worried I was still too close to the contractors I straightened myself out as best as I could and continued on my hike. I don’t even know how much further I walked after that, but I was getting close to the lake. I hadn’t seen any sign of human life for quite some time and at point my pussy was so wet that I could hear it any time I had to lift my legs up to step over something in my way. Every part of my body was screaming and begging to be touched, I was breathing like I just ran a marathon, and I couldn’t stop myself from even whimpering now and then like a sad little dog. I moved off the trail for a few minutes into the thick trees until I decided I was far away enough to not be seen by anybody. I found a tree with a nice little clearing under it, set my blanket up, tore my jeans off, and sat down with my legs spread. I pushed my panties to the side and immediately shoved the dildo into my pussy all the way down to the balls, not even trying to tease myself or slowly inch it in. I needed every inch of it that I could get inside of myself immediately. I quietly moaned and kept it there like that for awhile, just shoved into myself and digging it around to massage every inch of my hole without pulling it out or thrusting. I wasn’t ready to let any of it go yet, I just needed that delicious huge toy to sit there in my pussy exactly like that, stretching me out. I brought one leg up as I desperately continued shoving into myself and wiggling it from side to side to massage myself more. I leaned all the way back on the tree. I was already dangerously close to cumming and not ready to give in yet. I pulled the dildo out, wanting so badly to shove it right back in that I almost cried, and set it on the edge of the blanket to stop myself from doing so. I pulled out my phone to stare at all my saved porn and noticed the battery dangerously low. Fuck! I didn’t want to drain it all the way on a hike by myself. I set the phone down and immediately let my mind wander to the man with the huge strong hands smiling back at me further up the trail. I imagined walking up to him and whispering my plans for the day and telling him he should come find me and join me. I imagined just getting down in front of him and sucking his cock in front of all the other guys. Maybe after him they’d want a turn too. Before I knew it I was close to cumming again. I laid on my stomach with my arms folded under my head, my clit resting on the blanket while every few minutes I circled my hips a few times to lightly rub it harder into the blanket, not enough to cum, but just enough to keep me blissfully teased and relaxed at the same time. I accidentally dozed off and woke up suddenly not more than 20 minutes later when I heard a stick snap somewhere near me. I immediately jerked up and threw my jeans over my lap. I called out asking if anyone was there. No one answered. I continued sitting up and listening for awhile and decided I was safe again, my pussy throbbing and twitching for the dildo again. I went back to work working the dildo in and out of my little hole, getting more frantic and loud as I got closer and closer to cumming, not intending to hold back this time. I heard a snap again, and then a small flutter of birds came out from near the noise. I paused with the dildo still in me, thinking it was probably a squirrel or deer or something, and then continued on pumping the fake cock in and out of my pussy, mentally scolding myself for being so pathetic that there could potentially be danger nearby and I’m still just stupidly pounding away at my pussy like a dumb slut. Just as I could feel cumming creeping up again I heard the sound louder and closer, and more birds zoomed past. “God fucking damnit”, I moaned, “I just wanna cum”. I finally came to my senses remembering all the mountain liion warning signs I’d been taught and yanked the dildo out of my pussy, grabbing all my things and haphazardly shoving them into my bag, not even bothering to put my jeans on. I trudged through the forest in my panties, pussy leaking and dripping down my legs, until I got back to the trail and put my pants on.

I didn’t even bother going to the lake. I needed to get somewhere where I could touch myself again. I marched back down the trail in defeat, so horny that my cheeks were bright red and my nipples were poking out hard through my shirt, my pussy a sloppy wet sopping mess that could probably be heard by any passerby. I made my way past the group of contractors again, now gearing up to be done for the day and piling into the work trucks. I couldn’t bring myself to even look at them as I laser-focused straight ahead on the trail, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

By the time I made it back to the employee headquarters I only had a few minutes to get to the mess-hall for our meal time. I went straight in and awkwardly ate my meal at a corner table in the cafeteria, suffering through every friend stopping by to chat with me while I tried my hardest to hide that I was so horny. So many people asked if I was alright and as I’d manage to squeak out a “yeah I’m fine” without moaning. I hurried back to my dorm and continued fucking myself. I almost let myself cum but decided I wanted to cum in public that day and even though my original plans had been ruined, I could still make it happen. I teased and edged and tortured myself for hours until it was very late at night and no one was around. I wore a knee length skirt and no panties, grabbed a big jacket, and went to the picnic tables out by the parking lot on the side of the building. I watched a huge cock cumming on my phone and glanced around for people before shoving the dildo back into my soaking wet pussy. I put the jacket over my lap and with one hand as discreetly as I could I pumped it in and out of myself. And then I saw headlights. I moved my hand and positioned myself further back onto the seat of the table, shoving the dildo further into myself as I sat down onto it to hide what I was doing. The lights moved closer. It was the housing manager. He patrols the living area at night to stop underage drinking and catch people smoking weed and what not. He pulled up next to me and rolled down his window, smiling. He asked what I was doing out there so late all by myself and as I blushed as I stammered out that I just couldn’t sleep. He chuckled at me and told me he hoped I get some rest, then slowly pulled off. I couldn’t be sure, but the way he was eyeing me and laughing made me think that he might’ve seen what I was up to before I stopped myself. That interaction set me over the edge. As soon as he was out of sight I started grinding and squirming down onto the dildo before I came so fucking hard, squirting just the tiniest amount as it dripped down my pussy and onto the floor. Finally. I sat there for another moment just letting my pussy contract around the cock, wiggling it and stirring it around while I shoved it up harder, just enjoying the feeling for as long as I could. I gave myself a few more thrusts and finally satisfied I headed back to my room. I slept so soundly that night

I’m 30 now, and ever since I first started masturbating I’ve been edging without ever knowing there was a word for it. I grew up pretty sheltered so I didn’t know *how* sex happened or really what it was until a bit later than most of my peers. I just accidentally discovered the secret amazing feeling I could produce between my legs so I’d always try my hardest to recreate that feeling and then prolong it for as long as I possibly could until I couldn’t take it anymore and had to let myself orgasm. I remember the first time I ever saw a cock cumming and I’ve been a little fucking slut in private ever since. I had just learned the word “cum”. At that point I was a frequent masturbator and loooved humping. But one night as I lay in my stomach on my bed stifling moans and desperately humping my hands as hard as I could without making too much noise I paused and noticed my pussy getting wet. I had no idea what was happening and thought for a second I had somehow peed myself caught up in the pleasure but when I reached down and rubbed between my legs my fingers came back sticky and clear. I stopped humping and went to bed worried and confused.

The next day as soon as I had the house to myself I sat down at the computer and started googling things until I was able to piece together what the new stickiness between my legs was, that I realized was once again beginning to form as I read more and more about masturbating and cumming. After sometime of reading and fighting the urges to touch myself I no longer felt in control of my body and hurried to the only room in my house with a locking door— the bathroom. With my iPod touch connected to the wifi in one hand and another on my pussy I googled the word “cum”, then went to images. One of the first pictures I saw was a close-up of a man in a white tshirt and the thickest, most delicious cock I’ve still ever seen releasing powerful spurt after spurt of cum with his hands resting at his sides. I already knew at that point vaguely that men ejaculated and what the biological function of that was, but it never seemed “sexy” to me until I got to see it with my own eyes. Funny enough, that picture was actually a gif on the Wikipedia page for “ejaculation”. Not sure if it’s still there.

My first year of college, still a virgin, I shared a cramped room with two other girls. One of them had a boyfriend so almost every other night she’d stay at his house and it’d just be me and the other girl. We grew pretty close and one night after we’d gotten pretty drunk together at a party I woke up a few hours later needing to pee and as I passed by her bed on my way to the bathroom I caught a glimpse of her staring at her phone resting on the pillow next to her with one hand underneath the blanket that she was also biting down into and the other hand under the blanket, her shoulder moving in a very familiar circular motion. I awkwardly giggled as I continued on to the bathroom and when I came out her phone was off and she was completely under the blankets, motionless. The next morning we sort of awkwardly smiled and blushed at each other but we didn’t speak a word about what happened. Probably a month later we were sitting on our floor together, tipsy after pre-gaming to see a show from the music department that had abruptly been canceled due to sudden storms. We sat cross-legged trying to make new plans for the night when she suddenly words-vomited, apologizing for the other night when I noticed her touching herself. We laughed and talked about it and I admitted that I was often so horny but not wanting to embarrass myself so I’d have to go to the shower and pray that no one else came in. She giggled at me and told me I didn’t have to hide in the bathroom if I wanted to touch myself. I changed the subiect. Over the next few months we would occasionally catch one another masturbating but we’d always stop when caught and shyly giggle or make a joke and then not acknowledge it further. For me this just led to walking around with a horny pussy all day until moment to be truly alone would present itself. I’d be edged and wanting to cum all day until then. Nothing more ever happened between her and I, but it definitely intensified my edging and made me realize I was bi because I realized that I always was hoping she’d come and take over rubbing my pussy when she caught me.

Once I got older and finally started fucking I’d always beg my partner not to let me cum yet. Finding new ways to ask them to tease me, like rubbing my clit with one of my makeup brushes, or pulling out when it feels too good and shoving their cock in my mouth. Now on my own whenever I masturbate it’s something I have to plan for. I’ll be so excited to get off work early—as soon as I hear that I’ll be home sooner than I expected my poor pussy starts dripping with anticipation because I suddenly know what I’m going to be doing for the next few hours as soon as I get home. I have a little remote control clit vibrator designed to sit in your underwear and after I clock out of work I head to the bathroom and slip into my panties. I say goodbye to all my coworkers with a big smile on my face and once I’m sitting in my car I click the remote and the little vibrator starts massaging away at my clit while I blissfully drive home humming along to the music and smoking a cigarette while I just enjoy my little pussy and anticipate what I’m going to do to myself when I get home and what I wish someone would do to me. My slut brain starts fantasizing about hot guy I pass, knowing that in that moment I’m so horny and craving relief that if he were to approach me and shove his cock into me without warning I wouldn’t fight it at all, in fact I’d welcome it. There’s never parking anywhere near my house in my neighborhood so I park a few blocks away, my pussy getting more desperate as the vibrator teases me while I try to walk to my apartment without walking strangely and drawing attention to myself.

As soon as I get home I get naked from the waist down and take my bra off so that I can really feel and play with my nipples if I need to. I’m not allowed to touch my pussy yet. I lie on my stomach with a pillow folded up while I hump and grind my clit into it, pulling my shirt up with my teeth to get a better look at my clit squirming into the pillow that is just too soft to give me any real relief. My google searches grow more and more depraved as I look for the right porn to scratch the itch and cravings that I have.

Which brings me to today. I am off-line most of the time and don’t use social media. But today I was led to this subreddit after finding a video that made me instantly horny and learned that putting off the orgasm actually has a name and that many people do it. Now I’m always going to be wondering who out there is doing what I’m doing. Wondering who’s walking around aching to fuck something or be fucked. Who’s walking around with a dripping pussy or full balls. Wondering how every person I pass would fuck me or if they’re having similar thoughts and arousal and just trying really hard not to show it.

I love teasing myself all day at work. I’ll walk around and help customers then quickly dip off to the bathroom to playfully rub a few circles around my clit before going back out onto the floor hornier before and wondering why I chose to just make myself more horny when there would be no alone time to cum for awhile. Sometimes if I’m really desperate on my lunch break I’ll park my car somewhere where people hardly go, slide my jeans down and hide my lap under a big jacket while I give my pussy a few pumps of the vibrator until I get too into it and hide it back in the glove compartment before I get too lost in the pleasure and get myself caught. I love sitting on my balcony under a blanket and smoking while I pump a dildo in and out of my pussy and watch the cars and people walking down the street. Right now my favorite way to edge is by lying on my back with my legs open wide and my pussy spread out, my clit occasionally catching the little breeze from the fan which even at this point enough to make me almost cum. I watch porn and daydream and do everything I can to avoid cumming. My clit gets puffier and puffier. Sticking out begging to be taken care of. My pussy creams and aches and squirms for a cock, finger, tongue, anything. I don’t give it any of those. I don’t stop watching porn or reading stories or daydreaming. I continue torturing my pussy and making it hornier while my cum starts dripping down from my pussy and over my ass tickling my little asshole. I will go like this for as long as I can until there if finally no possible way for me to hold back anymore and with just a few rubs my clit is jumping in orgasm.

I fucking love edging so much and I’m glad I now have a word for what I’m always been doing so that now I can do it even better :) My pussy is absolutely soaking wet now.