I've been edging in my office for three hours, badly wanting to release tension and sexual frustration.

One hand rubbed my pearl while two fingers of my other hand focused on my G-spot because the man I was chatting with denied my orgasm. I'm close to climax and have been begging him to permit me to cum.

When he did, I followed and focused, only to be stopped pre-climax by a loud banging on my door.

"Sophie, there's an emergency at the restaurant," one of my cousins yelled outside.

I was so close to orgasm, only to be denied again.