Delaney’s Cruel Game of Edging
Delaney’s latest erotic game was a tantalizing tease that left her tiny panties strewn across the bedrooms of unsuspecting men she met outside her neighborhood’s bars and clubs. But her real fun began when the clock struck midnight, as she’d dial their numbers and whisper sweet nothings, pushing each of them to the brink of ecstasy through hours of edging.
“Come closer,”
she’d purr, her honeyed voice dripping with desire. “I can feel you throbbing, heavy with need.”
The men would obey, their breathing ragged as Delaney’s expert touch guided them, bringing them to the edge of climax again and again. But just as they teetered on the precipice, she’d pull away, leaving them aching and desperate.
“Shh, not yet…”
she’d coo, as they begged and pleaded. “I have so much more fun watching you suffer like this.”
For hours, Delaney would toy with her willing playthings, edging them to the limit of their endurance, until her giggles would ring out and the line would go dead. They were left trembling, balls heavy with pent-up semen, forced to finish alone in the dark of night.
Delaney’s phone would buzz with frustrated texts and angry messages, but she’d simply smile to herself, knowing she’d won again. Her game of edging was a cruel delight, and she reveled in the power it gave her over these men, leaving them broken and needy, their minds and bodies forever changed by her wicked touch.