Its only half as humbling as it is frustrating to start the day with a hard edge. Barely awake with a hand sliding between my thighs. I started slow, I have to. I don't think I could ever just masturbate from beginning to climax without pausing to pull away. Edging his the whole purpose of pleasure and has been for me as long as I can remember.

But limiting myself to only one?

I felt so feeble, and flustered for the rest of the day. Every once in awhile a tingle would creep up from my clit reminding me of our business unresolved. Knowing I'd need to touch as soon as I got home. The little caresses in the restroom not enough to scratch the itch inside that always asks for more. How can I keep this up for the rest of the month?