good-girls-edge:

She was shopping with her best friend when the message came.

“Take off your panties now. When you get home, edge for me.”

Her face became a bit flushed when she read the message. With a nervous smile, she told her friend she would be right back as she headed for the nearest restroom. 

She could already feel the wetness between her legs as she slipped her panties off and stuffed them into her purse. It didn’t help that Sir had already edged her twice this morning before she went shopping. And what about her skirt? It wasn’t the longest piece of fabric in the world, that’s for sure. She was going to have to be very careful while they finished shopping. 

By the time she got home, she was a shaking horny mess. Twice, while shopping, she could have sworn she felt a drop of moisture slide down her thigh. She practically threw herself onto the bed as she unbuttoned her skirt with one hand and yanked it up with the other. Her fingers quickly buried themselves deep into her dripping flesh.

As she neared the precipice of her edge she grudgingly pulled her fingers away and smoothed down her skirt, whimpering as she silently hoped she would be allowed to come tonight.