Edging is quite an adventure. I find that it takes such willpower to go right up to that edge and back off when every fiber of my being wants that gratification, that release. But backing off has rewards far greater than that quick, rather shallow bliss. Sure, the peak of pleasure is great, but edging several days brings a special focus that is absent from regular goal driven sexual play. The waiting...the reminder that I am a sexual being, is constant for me. My hips swing a little more when I walk, and I smile more. This puzzles me as much as it delights me. I smile because I didn't get what I wanted??
My release, when it comes, is worth the wait. Loud, long...ecstatic. Mmmm.
Day 1 of edging.15 minutes.
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