May I say, edging is messing with my head in the most interesting ways.

I don’t remember thinking about orgasms this much. They just usually happen and I carry on.  I don’t remember having constant awareness of my arousal and craving before.  And the throbbing between my legs … oh my goodness. Edging is messing with my head in a good, torturous, delicious, maddening way.  

I find myself squeezing my legs together to stimulate my clit and send shock waves through my body. A lovely, gentle masturbation that teases wetness and throbbing.  I’ve become my own tease.

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