I've been spending most of my morning edging just to ease my mind after my last final and before the next one. This morning I was determined to get a good one in before heading to a study session, unfortunately I wasn't able to fully enjoy it before having to rush off and leave.

Mildly frustrated, from being foiled again when I was trying to have a nice moment to myself for once, I make my way up to the top floor to meet my class for the study session. As I round the corner to enter the class, no one it there. Lights out. Everything. Confused, I walk to my professor's office to see he's there. Lights out too! At this point I'm over it, I walk back to the class and plop my books down, I'm bound and determined to get something out if it since I drove all this way.

Then it dawns on me. This floor was practically empty, outside or a few stray faculty members. The feeling of deep long lost lust and desire consumed my thoughts to point that I felt chills. Now is the perfect opportunity to edge. I started to weigh out the risks, but the feeling was too overwhelming that I couldn't begin the process. So, currently I'm using my time wisely and edging in class.