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.