The ache feels unbearable, but I love torturing myself with every edge

The pain is unbearable, but I love torturing myself with every touch—my fingers tremble as I circle my swollen clitoris, and every time I pull back at the very edge, I gasp. My thighs tremble, my breath catches in my throat, and my body screams for release, but I deny it, soaking my hand with every desperate touch. The torture only makes me wetter, needier, more helpless, and the ache between my legs turns into pure, blissful agony. I can't stop teasing, can't stop teasing myself because the pain feels so deliciously good.