Finally, the weekend came and so did I 😄 I really felt what he means when he says it’s a rollercoaster. Though I think while my horniness was swinging up and down I think there is a general trend of always going little bit up. What surprised me a little bit wasn’t how horny I was, but how receptive I was to anything sexual. I was able to go about my day, almost forgetting about the growing urge and basically be unaffected by it, and then I scrolled past an ad with a hot guy, or read a few words that were evocative of something, and it was back in an instant. All of it and with vengeance. 😅 And it took quite a bit of meditation to get it out of my mind. And half an hour later, I got a teasing message from Luke and had to start all over again. And the most wicked part is, that I didn’t want the horny to go away. 🤭

That being horny will ever be impractical isn’t something evolution could prepare us for. We are supposed to be horny and trying to have as much sex as we can. So, it’s really, really difficult not to want something we are programmed to want, just because it interferes with something as irrelevant, to our mind, as work. It was endless loop of wanting to be horny, enjoying it, pushing it away because I needed to get some work done, forgeting about it for a while and getting horny again. Knowing that Luke has it much, much worse was erotic and satisfying, but it didn’t make things any easier either, but I was still glad to tease him back 😈

One thing that made it a little easier was knowing that I would get to orgasm way sooner than he does. For me, it’s still an experiment that I can feel on my own skin, but I know it was coming to an end, and then I’ll take as long a break as I want to. I was trying to approach the experience from a place of curiosity. To feel my emotions, to enjoy the suffering, and to remember everything that I liked and what I found difficult. 🥵

It’s funny, that when I finally had Luke under my skirt, right before I pressed my pussy on his face I thought, that it wasn’t as difficult and that perhaps I could go a little longer. 😄 But as soon as I felt his warm tongue sliding over me, I knew that was not true at all. I had to remember that, because my mind was really ready to betray me right there. Luckily my pussy had just about enough of not getting her pleasure and put a stop to it. 😈 It never felt better. The edging and waiting made me super sensitive. I wanted to go a little longer and enjoy his mouth more, but the pleasure was too strong. I couldn’t keep myself from getting off. It was intense. I had to keep thinking how hard it has to be for him when I use his face as a sex toy. And how many times I had orgasm kneeling over him like that, while he was thrusting his hips to fuck nothing but air, and how many more times more I will. It was amazing. 🥵 I wouldn’t go as far as claiming that the wait is worth it, because the pleasure vs frustration certainly isn’t a fair trade-off. But since I already waited for it, I was more than happy to enjoy it. His face was drenched, and I was completely spent, dizzy and happy. What a ride. 😈🤤