Remembrance of Dirty Thoughts While Edging
June 30th, 2006More fire drills to handle at work, but handling them for I am charged with being a good worker by Abigail. I think I’m doing that. Argentina play Germany kicking off at 8am .. should be a greeeat game but unfortunately I will only be able to see the first 30 minutes.
Bad thought fragment: I imagined asking an ex girlfriend to remove her jeans and underwear, shave herself smooth and put on the ivory colored pleated miniskirt, with some appropriately high heels for a visit to the school reunion. “What will they think of me?” she asks. :”Nothing that isn’t true”. She says nothing, just briefly bites her lower lip and mumbles, “okay”.
A new guideline from Abigail is that if I return to an empty house I am to immediately masturbate and not to stop until I need to do something else, like pick up the kids, get some late work type work done, feed the animals etc etc… that happened today. Home at 250pm and grabbed lube from upstairs, should have had some to hand somewhere near the door but no. I stripped naked very fast, grabbed lube, returned to front door and lay down on the wood floor entry-way and poured on a very large amount of lubricant on account of Abigail being somewhat of a huge fan of the large amount thing, and proceeded to lube up in a way I know she rather likes - namely to smear it all over both hands, front and back, to the wrist, all over cock, balls, base of cock, and inner thighs, and then to stroke by keeping the hands still and pushing up and back withthe hips, in effect fucking one’s hands - and as I was doing it I started thinking of some things that made the hotness of the physical situation that much more hot - one of which was not to refer to it as masturbation or even stroking anymore for for me it must always be edging, no relaxed enjoyment of the stroke, all caresses are to drive one to the edge of orgasm and then to relent before climax then to drive one up again. Takes a while to reach the first ‘edge’ but thereafter it doesn’t seem to take long at all. So that went on until 405pm when I decided it was time to continue with my work. And knowing if I stayed in the house the demons would assail me and I would get little done so I went to a local coffee shop and ordered an iced tea and did my work for a couple of hours. Then as I was walking to the house I thought dear god I’m returning home from work again and there’s no one in - it made my stomach tighten and this sexually nasty feeling washed through me. Compulsively, once the door was closing behind me, I started to strip, grabbed the lube left forgetfully right there at the front door, and edged once more, over and over from 640 to 720 .
Then I had to sit at my computer and continue with work till it was done at 9pm at which point I watched a movie, then still ravenously horny my mind began to wander :-
Having to get that chrome metal teardrop cock ring from the Stockroom and wear it - the vein-jutting intensity of erections and flushing and plugging and Abigail walking in with a man - me edging away like the fuckpet that I am - and maybe he casually gets me to suck him off while she gets ready or maybe they ignore me but I see a smile on her face - she’s enjoying her disregard of me.
Today I discovered bad or ‘bad’ i’m not sure which, way to masturbate, using one of those oil and sugar crystal scrubs you can get these days. The yummy slipperiness of the oil and stinging abrasion of the sugar crystal and more unexpectedly the afterburn, sometimes low and warm sometimes firey and acute ..
And now I recall I slapped my cock around a bit while edging by the door and I had this nasty flash of Abigail requiring me to smoke because she …
And though she didn’t like when we did a forced intoxication thing a whlie back, because I seemed to get rather wrecked by alcohol, I still think of that - the ‘forced intoxication’ trip. That’s a dark path. Probably best to stay away. I have enough issues I think.
And another bad thought fragment was about continuing an ex girlfriend’s training via instruction from Abigail.
And another - I’m thinking I haven’t had sex in a year and then I hear her whisper in my ear, “Get used to it …” a smile, as ever, in her voice.
And another - about the heat of just picking up the phone and asking someone what I would need to do to close and cash out my retirement plans. Madness, but hot - if you know the context.
And about waking up in bed and finding Abigail making out with that, particularly hot, ex-girlfriend, Abigail on top holding my girl’s wrists downs, deep long kisses, gasps from her as Abigail is gently massaging her thigh down between my girl’s thighs, enjoying the way her ‘victim’ couldn’t stop her hips from grinding upwards against her.
And later shopping - Abigail pickout a new wardrobe for her new toy … mmm….
Hot little fucktoy pet for Abigail.
Two of us now?
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How did you discover this new use for oily, sugary body scrubs? Were you wanking in the shower? Hopefully not BEFORE work.
The forced intoxication was fun until the next day when you were too ill to perform all of your duties. Maybe we’ll have to start slowly… with forced “buzzing”. lol
I was just using the oily sugary body scrubs as directed on the container. I just scrubbed and my cock just reacted, and without getting into active masturbation I recognized how splintered the sensation of smooth oil and jagged crystals were. Then when drying off, I felt the warm to hot glow down there that lasted, say, ten minutes. It was very pleasant, but rather distracting. Forced ‘buzzing’ ?