So I've developed an edging complex. Since I've started edging, I've pushed my limits to want more and more. Now I feel as though I can only find true enjoyment from edging when I'm somewhere other than my house (because it has become boring). At the moment, I'm trying to myself down from going to the mall and edging myself in the parking lot and a random store until I'm and aching throbbing mess. Alternatively, I'm thinking about going to my friend's house and hand out, but I know I'm going to have the urge to edge in his bathroom when I see his wife's ass jiggle when she walks around. It seems like either way I'm triggered, but I think it would be so fucking hot to edge at my friend's house to his wife. The one thing I know for a fact is that I'm edging...somewhere