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Hump Day 🖤

I greeted him at the door in 4" heels, a high ponytail, and a satin apron.

He pushed me into my apartment with hungry kisses and desperate gropes.

I peeled back the layers of a long day at work: briefcase with a thud by the door and the friction of his belt through each belt loop. The buckle rang out as it hit the floor.

He bent me over the table and thrust himself against my back and ass before unzipping and revealing his excitement to me. I ran the stiletto heel up his inseam while using the mental map of his body to guide my hands to my buried treasure.

His mouth and hands raced to discover every spot that would make me gasp or moan. I cocked my head and squirmed in the shadow of his stature. The high ponytail danced against my skin.

He grasped my long brown tresses at the tip and recalled all the photos and videos in his wank bank of arched backs and bent necks.

He yanked so hard that he herniated C5-6. During the surgery for my artificial disc replacement, my surgeon found a bone shard 3mm from my spinal cord.

The man who whispered in my ear of how I was “marriage material” moved to Toronto 2 weeks after he damn near made me into a quadriplegic. He closed on a house the day of my surgery.

To this day, I jump when someone puts their hands near my head. My ears ring constantly. And every time I see one of you all post a photo of someone having their hair pulled, I think about all the pain one dumb, badly-executed move caused me.

1. Get consent. 2. Give warning. 3. Grab slowly and smoothly at the roots 4. Movement comes from the wrist (minimizes chance of injury to directional force) 5. If need be, let the person with the hair being pulled hold on to your wrist to either limit your movement or as a failsafe. 6. Over time develop trust with your partner to dial up neck extension, force, or speed.

7. And if you happen to injure them, have the guts to apologize, atone, and help them heal.

I've seen a couple girls say that they've been edging with the edgemeplease website even though they have the wrong anatomy for it... Well, here's a website for women to edge :) I can't speak to how good it is personally but I've heard well.

no rush. no harsh grip. just warm hands and quiet praise, slow kisses that melt into skin, fingers moving in rhythm with her breath. she’s already wet when i touch her, already trembling, already looking at me like i’ve got her soul wrapped around my wrist

and i do

my fingers slip between her thighs, brushing her clit just barely, just enough to make her gasp. i don’t go faster. don’t go deeper. i want her on the edge, aching, sensitive, needing. i want to watch her unravel without ever pushing her over

so i tease

slow circles. then lighter. then a pause, long enough to make her whine and shift beneath me. her hips try to chase the friction. her hands reach for something, anything. but i don’t let her have it. not yet. instead, i lean down and kiss her, slow and deep, until she’s moaning into my mouth and her thighs are clenching around my wrist.

every time she gets close, i ease off

she begs so sweetly like this. voice soft, cracked open, just barely holding together. please. don’t stop. please, i’m so close. and still, i keep her there. trembling. gasping. teetering on that tight edge of release that never comes.

my other hand strokes her chest, her throat, her cheek. i keep whispering to her. telling her how perfect she is like this. how good she feels. how beautiful her desperation looks pressed into every line of her face. and she moans at every word, like the sound alone could tip her over

but i don’t let her fall

not yet

i edge her again. and again. and again. until she’s soaked, swollen, eyes glassy with need. until her whole body trembles at the thought of being touched. until her voice is gone and all that’s left are soft, broken sounds and the rise and fall of her chest under my hand

when i finally let her cum, it’s slow. drawn out. shaking

she cries

not from pain. not from anything rough