Dear James, I rode the edge for half an hour. Never stopping, always touching, barely ever slowing down. It was so, so good. I wanted to go for sixty whole minutes. Riding the edge is so delicious. But then I felt myself tipping and there was no stopping it. So I ruined it. I felt the pityful orgasm try to come, and, to my surprise, wetness. Gushing. I squirted, James. For the first time in my life. And with a ruin. I wanted to let you know, after all it’s your blog that roped me into denial.