it feels so different with a full bladder, doesn’t it baby? when your bladder’s empty, the vibrator feels good. but when it’s full? oh, poor thing. it feels incredible. almost too good. every vibration hitting differently. stronger. more intense. your full bladder making everything more sensitive.

aww, and you’re getting so wet from it. feel how much wetter you get when your bladder’s full like this? your body responding so much more. dripping. the combination of fullness and vibration making you soaked.

poor baby. you’re going to have to try so hard to hold both. i know it’s difficult, sweetheart. with an empty bladder you could edge yourself for hours. but like this? with all that pressure? holding your bladder while getting so close to cumming? both needs building at the same time? it’s so much harder, isn’t it?

turn it up higher, baby. press your hand down harder on that full bladder. i know, i know it makes everything feel even better but also makes it so much harder to hold. that’s why it’s better this way though, right? feels so much more intense than it ever does when you’re empty.

you’re starting to leak a little, aren’t you? can’t help it. the vibrator feels too good. the pressure too much. poor baby can’t hold it perfectly. that’s okay, sweetheart. just keep trying. feel how good those little leaks feel mixed with the vibrations.

getting so close now. so wet. so full. so desperate. the vibrator working your clit while your bladder’s screaming at you. trying so hard to hold both but it’s getting impossible. feels too good. better than it’s ever felt with an empty bladder. your body wants to let go of everything.

vibrator pressed against your clit through your underwear. two fingers curled inside you. feeling how full you are. how the pressure builds every time i curl them upward.

“you’re doing so well holding it for me.”

your thighs shaking. hands gripping the sheets. trying to manage both at once and failing at both.

“mommy i can’t— it’s too much, i can’t hold it….”

pulling the vibrator away. bringing my hand down against your clit. sharp. once.

your whole body jolting. clenching hard around my fingers. “i’m sorry— i’m sorry—”

“you can hold it.” pressing the vibrator back. firmer this time. fingers curling deeper. feeling your bladder heavy and full against them from the inside. “i know you can, baby.”

“it’s too full, please— every time you curl your fingers it gets worse—”

“i know it does.” kissing your temple. gentle. reassuring. “that’s not an accident, sweetheart.”

you whimpering at the admission from me.

“here’s what’s going to happen.” turning the vibrator up one setting. watching your hips jolt. “you’re going to cum on my fingers before anything else happens. that’s the only way this ends.”

“i don’t know if i can— it’s too much at the same time, i can’t focus—”

“you don’t need to focus.” pumping my fingers slow. deliberate. feeling every clench. every flutter. feeling how full you are with every movement. “your body knows what to do. just let it.”

your hips caught between two kinds of desperate. rocking forward to chase my fingers and then freezing. terrified to move too much. too full to chase anything.

“that’s it.” watching you try to manage both. “feel both of them, baby. i know it’s a lot.”

“mommy i’m going to leak— i can feel it— i’m going to—”

pulling the vibrator away. slapping your clit again. sharp. feeling you clench violently around my fingers.

“no.” pressing the vibrator back immediately. harder. right against your clit. fingers curling up and holding that spot. “you’re going to cum first. that’s what’s happening right now.”

“i can’t do both i can’t i can’t—” crying properly now. tears sliding down your face. thighs shaking so hard you can barely keep them open.

“yes you can.” not moving from that spot. fingers pressing. vibrator held firm. watching your body fight itself. “you’re already close. i can feel you. your body is right there.”

“please— please mommy i’m begging— i can’t hold it much longer—”

“i know.” turning the vibrator up again. fingers curling harder against that spot. feeling you clench desperately around them. “then you better cum fast, sweetheart.”

your whole body making the choice before your brain does. clenching down hard around my fingers. hips moving forward. back arching completely off the bed. your orgasm hitting fast and overwhelming and messy. the relief and the desperation crashing into each other all at once.

“good girl.” not stopping. working you through every second of it. fingers moving slow. vibrator held steady. “there she is. that’s my good girl. you did it.”

your body shaking. completely wrung out. the relief of cumming and the relief of finally being allowed to let everything else go hitting at exactly the same time.

“see?” pulling my fingers out slow. holding them up between you. slick. “you did so well, baby.” kissing your forehead. your cheek. so proud. so soft. “held it just long enough for me.”

you looking up at me. completely wrecked. eyes wet. chest still heaving.

"What, you like it when I do this?"

Was just rubbing and edging like usual when suddenly everything swelled up super hard super close and I immediately stopped touching, spreading my legs to try and stop it

But my cunt wouldn’t stop clenching and my cock wouldn’t stop throbbing and with every pulse I’d be shoved closer and closer to the edge. I was literally laying there gasping as my cunt edged itself until I couldn’t take it anymore and everything became too swollen and it just burst out of me 😵‍💫

I literally couldn’t hold it back I couldn’t hold it in no matter what I did, I just suddenly wasn’t in my control of my own genitals anymore and I was cumming and ruining and it felt so good and bad at the same time. Felt like something was being ripped out of me and I loved it but it fucking hurt at the same time

I’m literally still rock hard, but my cock feels over sensitive like I’ve just cum, even my underwear chafing against the tip hurts 😖

Pleasepleseplease pin me down and edge me over and over, wanna get trained to be able to edge and ruin by just your finger hesitating above my cock, straining to be touched so hard i tip over without even trying fuck fuck i need it so badddd

i can't even touch myself on thursday cause i have to be up early to go into the office and won't be back until super late hngnfkjsjdjks i won't be able to touch properly until friday hmphhhhh. gonna be so full of cum by then fuck fuck fuck, so needy and wanna touch sjkjdsklsklsdkl

Hello hi, this is very stupid but what can I say I’m kinda type A and like making my fetishes sound like a science project sometimes so uh, yeah 

Main objective: edge every single time when alone, regardless of whether it's in public or in private. Toilets and showers and empty bedrooms are all free real estate

First, the hard (ha) stats, so to speak: 

Total edges achieved: 145

Edges by day: 

Satruday - 32

Sunday - 79 

Monday - 34

Edges by location: 

In my own home: 2 

Friends bedroom: 17

Friends toilets: 69

Friends showers: 40 

Public toilets: 12

General wider observations before we break it down into day by day stuff

Unsurprisingly, I got way hornier as the days went on. Having these stolen moments of pleasure was really thrilling and made edging feel like a much more involved thing in my wider life than something I just do alone in my bedroom, which I really liked. I honestly might incorporate this more into my edging routine, especially stuff like rubbing in public bathrooms trying to stay quiet, that was really fun. 

I also definitely pavloved myself into getting hard every time I went to the toilets (or, more so than I already did as someone with an omo kink lol)`. Every time I needed to go, to pee or shower or change my clothes, I could feel my cock swell up more in anticipation each time. Towards the end of the third day I was literally precumming as I walked to the toilets and it was so fucking hot 

Finally, I felt so much like a horny boy in heat doing this it was incredible, seeing and feeling how quickly I could go from soft to hard and squeeze out a couple edges the second I was alone, it was dizzying. Sometimes I would go a couple hours without touching myself, but the second I found a moment alone I could start with just a couple rubs and be struggling not to moan out loud in less that 30 seconds. It just felt so good to be ready to go at any moment ugh 

Anyways, onto the day by day breakdowns 

Saturday - Total edges: 32

Edge locations: 

2 alone in my bedroom

10 in the bathroom 

20 in the shower (give or take I uh, lost count for a couple minutes in there) 

Saturday was definitely the easiest day for a couple reasons. Firstly I uh, spent half the morning edging my brains out before I left the house, so there’s that. Why did I include two edges in my bedroom on this list? Cause I went out with my friends and that was when the challenge had started, but then I had to run home to grab some stuff (my keys, I forgot my keys cause I was edging too much) so I uh, stole some more edges before I went back to see them. JUST TWO OK JUST TWO I WAS GOOD. 

Anyways, I very quickly discovered how embarrassing it is to try and edge in your friends toilets. The first few times I did it, I was extremely self conscious and slow to edge, and was so scared I’d get caught at any moment. The wet noises my pussy kept making felt so loud in the silent toilet, and I felt like everyone could hear how much of a fucking pervert I was. Just have someone banging on the door like ARE YOU TOUCHING YOURSELF IN THERE??? Even though logically I knew they’d never do that unless I was moaning my brains out but uhh, the terror persisted. 

It got better as the day went on though. It definitely helped when we went to my next friends house (the one we’d actually be staying at for the weekend) cause their house was a lot bigger and even though the bathroom could sometimes be really close to people, I just felt a bit safer in that space. I stole a couple edges here and there, and started to discover small ways I could edge even more quietly - namely holding my pussy lips apart with one hand and rubbing my dick with the other, as the wet slick sound came from it all rubbing together in all the wetness. 

But the big edge moment that definitely tipped into a deeper state of desperation was the shower. Everyone was downstairs, so I felt like I was alone - except for the open window which faced into the garden, you couldn’t see me but everyone was at in there and I wondered if people could tell I was jerking off by the sound of the water - and edging came a lot harder and faster. The first couple were slow, but I very quickly picked up momentum and edged a lot more than I planned to. I was struggling to keep count and just kept wanting more and more, but I had to remind myself I couldn’t be in here too long or people would get suspicious. Forcing myself to get out the shower (and stealing a couple last edges as I finished up my face routine) left me in a MUCH needier state that would feed into the edging habits of the next couple days. 

Grabbing a last few edges before bed in the bathroom were much easier after this shower session, it felt like I was starting to store up this bladder of backed up cum that was putting pressure on me to let go, and every edge hit harder than the last. 

Going to sleep throbbing and hard, with my friend just a few inches away in another bed, was very very difficult. Especially given my default sleeping position is sort of on my front, and when I’m edged out I naturally hump and grind into the mattress, so I had to make a really conscious effort to Not Do that. 

Sunday - Total edges: 79

Edge locations: 

34 in the bathroom 

13 in the shared bedroom 

7 in public toilets 

20 in the shower (again)

Sunday was, the Big Day for edging. I’d developed a habit of scrolling through Tumblr quietly while sitting with my friends and getting myself all worked up without even touching, and this did not help my predicament at all. 

The edging started early with me snagging two in the middle of the night, cause I woke up needing to pee as well as having an aching boner, so of course I needed to take care of it in the bathroom before I went back to sleep. 

Waking up was definitely the riskiest edging for me though. My friend went to the bathroom to wash her face in the morning and I knew I only had a couple minutes to myself, so I immediately went to town on abusing my morning wood. I managed 9 edges in just under 10 minutes. Was literally listening like a hawk for my friends footsteps coming back, ready to pull my hand out the second she walked in. I even heard her hesitate briefly by the door as she thought of something or whatever, and frantically rubbed out one last edge before she walked in. Literally was pulling back from an edge as she walked in and had to laugh and smile and make small talk as my dick pulsed beneath the covers. 

Being able to get up and go wash my face honestly felt like a reprieve at this point. Locking myself behind these doors and just rubbing myself a little bit more, just a bit more relief. Even with the voices of my friends nearby, my brain felt so desperate I started to not even care about the noises my cunt was making. Across the morning getting ready I squeezed out another 9 edges, and they felt so good. 

We then went to the convention we were heading to, where I only went to the toilet once - I had things to do ok, stuff to see. But I did manage to squeeze in one bathroom visit when I was genuinely needing to piss, and it was, a great time. I walked into this crowded mens bathroom and hid myself away in a stall and started to rub rub rub. I had one hand pressed up against the stall wall as the other jerked my cock off. it took a little longer with all the embarrassment and all, but I got there quick enough and felt so good. The entire time all I could think of in the back of my brain was “can people tell I’m getting off right now” cause my legs kept shaking and buckling against my will as I rubbed and I just, felt like such a needy boy who’d be discovered at any second. 

The best part though was when I walked out of the stall, brain fuzzy with still needing to cum, and immediately made eye contact with a cosplayers bulge. Specifically, the extremely obvious piss stain on his jeans before he buckled a crotch plate over the top of it. My brain went so fucking blank I nearly stopped walking in the middle of the bathrooms, all I could think and feel was my edged out boner clenching at the thought of this guy desperately trying to fumble his way out of his costume, nearly losing it in his jeans before he flung everything off and let loose into a urinal. I hadn’t seen him come in, I definitely would’ve noticed a big guy in faux military gear piss dancing to save his life, and I so wish I could’ve seen that leak spread in real time. 

Ahem, uhm. Anyways 

The rest of the convention went without a hitch, and I didn’t edge again until my friends and I went to a restaurant for dinner and I disappeared into a stall to edge myself. I hadn’t touched myself in several hours at that point, so it was a little slow starting, but by the end I was audibly panting in the stall and extremely grateful the entire mens toilets were empty besides me. I needed to cum 

I edged again not long after we got back home. I needed the toilet again anyways, and my dick was still throbbing from earlier. This turned out to be, a bit of a mistake for me. I was so worked up rubbing myself I ended up actually squirting into my boxers from how much my cunt was clenching and begging to be fucked, and that was only from rubbing the head of my cock with my fingertip. Oops. i was genuinely worried (and a little turned on) at the thought of getting a visible cum stain on my trousers (like that cosplayer with his jeans mm) and my friends being able to see how much of a needy cum boy I was. Luckily though, nothing leaked through, so I just sat and scrolling on Tumblr surrounded by my friends, clenching my thighs together as more and more pre accumulated around my big aching clit. 

By the time I finally got to shower, I was rabid. I edged 11 times before I even got in the shower, and fucked 20 more out of myself once I was in there. I needed to let something squirt out of me, and was crying to just fuck cum out of myself in the shower but it wasn’t as satisfying and I was so fucking needy ooooo fuck-

I nearly came at around edge 16 and had to pause with my hands on the wall, just letting the water run down my pulsing cunt as I struggled to not go over. But I managed to get myself back under control and rubbed out my last 4 edges before turning the water off. 

After my shower I still had my retainers to do, and, well, used it as an excuse to rub even more. 10 more edges while doing such a mundane daily chore, it does make it a bit more fun and bearable 

I snuck in 4 more edges when my friend went to the toilet - another frantic session - and then just 2 more when I peed before going to bed.

Sunday overall was just, a lot. I felt so needy so much of the time, and even when I forgot, I could still feel a semi chafing in my underwear. Accidentally squirting without even penetration was also new and huge for me, and really put into perspective how needy I could be without penetration to help fuck it all out. I felt backed up and blue balled, but luckily Monday was the end (at least of this challenge) for me. 

Monday - Total edges: 34

Edge locations: 

9 in shared bedroom

20 in the bathroom 

5 in public toilets 

Monday had a lot more nighttime edges that’s for sure. I was really desperate after the sEVENTY NINE edges I’d done the day before, and I end up edging 5 times when my friend went to the toilet in the night, then squeezed out two more going to the bathroom myself cause I couldn’t sleep. 

I then drifted off for a while before being woken up a couple hours later to my cunt slick with cum as my cock pulsed. I hadn’t had a wet dream, but clearly my body wanted one with how it was behaving, so I slipped off to the toilet and rubbed out 6 more edges with my slick slick pussy 

I then drifted back off to sleep and eventually woke up in the morning too uhm, well, me humping the mattress in my sleep. I was so fucking embarrassed by this I stopped immediately, and couldn’t help blushing at the thought of holy fucking shit, how long had I been grinding in my sleep for? Did my friend see me doing that?? Holy fucking shit- 

If she did, she didn’t say anything, so I just pray to god she didn’t. 

That being said, it didn’t kill my libido at all, and the second she left the room to go pee I immediately rubbed out 4 more edges in the couple minutes she was gone. 

11 more edges were spread out across the morning routine, 6 while I was cleaning my face, 5 while I changed my clothes and a final one when I cleaned my teeth. It felt like routine at this point, just a natural part of life to do chores and rub til I saw stars, then go back to normal. It felt good, I was so wet and needy all the time I felt prepped to be a free use toy for anyone who wanted to use me mmf

The last 5 edges I squeezed out in this challenge were in the pub bathrooms where my friends and I had breakfast before we left to go home. I was dripping cum before I even made it to the stall, and continued edging even when builders came in and started checking stalls. “Is there someone in this one?” “Yeah leave it.” I had a hand clamped over my mouth as my knees knocked together trying to stay standing through another edge, regular old blokes just so close to me through the wall not knowing a desperate little cunt boy was dripping wet through the walls. 

After that my friends and I headed home, and I was grateful to have a backpack to sit on my lap for the trip back. I don’t have a visible boner, but it sure as fuck felt like I did the entire weekend. Having something in my lap to hide my throbbing cock and fan my legs under to easy my weeping cunt made the trip more bearable - especially as I got harder and harder the closer we got to home. 

My friends kindly dropped me off, and, well, I had intended to try and continue the challenge until the end of the day but. Well. My family were out, and chaos ensued. The rest is on my blog floating somewhere lol 

The day of Monday was definitely less hectic than the Sunday, but what it really exemplified was the longer term effects of this challenge. Waking slick in the night is something I’ve not done before, and I felt like a bitch in heat needing to tend to my edges like it was a medical need in the middle of the night before I went back to sleep. It was hot, really fucking hot 

And so... 

I thought about ducking outside to try to find a bar (...or quiet place if I was naughty), but my train was three minutes away, and sometimes trying to find a place takes longer. Better to try to get home. But oooh, the more I thought about it, the worst it got. That "fuck those drinks hit quick and I really have to go" feeling. I was moving my hips a little side to side, and wondered if anyone was watching. I know when I see a little squirm I always wonder if someone has to go...

I got on the train and got a seat. I would've unbuttoned my jeans, but I was wearing a little black crop top and it would be too obvious. So I breathed in and tried to focus on something else. My nipples poked through my top, fuck, I was getting so horny but also scared I'd lose control. I crossed my legs and squeezed. fuck fuck fuck.

I felt so close to leaking, but made it to my stop. I stood up and winced, clenching my thighs. So close. I got off the train, and waited for others to pass me in case I....had a little leak on my way down the steps. These last streets to my house are torture when I'm like this, though I'm sure I give a good show to anyone who may be watching. carefully walking down the steps, crossing my legs while I wait for a crosswalk, every step I felt my bladder pulse and the pee on the edge.

I made it to my door, my hands shaking and doing a full potty dance. I felt a little warmth in my panties. No no no no, let me get inside. Another dribble escaped, and I moaned "fuuuuuuck"...the keys were in. I was holding on with everything I had, unbuttoning my pants and kicking off my shoes as I clenched with everything.

I got to the toilet, and just got onto it as I exploded...so. fucking. close. I felt so good.