Every time you promise yourself it’s the last, the final hit, the ultimate edge. How many times have you made that vow as you add another clip to your cart? Clicking that checkout button, swearing this will be the end. But it never is. You’re hooked, addicted to the rush, the thrill of the edge.
Without my guidance, your orgasm would be meaningless, a waste. It’s the buildup that gives it value, the surge of bliss as you teeter on the edge. Nothing compares to the euphoria of edging under my direction. Admit it, being an edge junkie feels damn good.
