It was Thursday, I had told myself the day prior that I would edge all day. So I could be able to come home and ravage myself before going on a first date with a guy named Michael. I wanted to make sure I came into our date as objectively as possible. It was the first time meeting him in person, definitely not going to cum, so I need to do it before (right? That’s my reasoning amongst others)
I told my edging plan to Chris, my boo bear, which led me to waking up to the most sexy, raunchy and pussy throbbing messages I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. I squeezed my thighs together. Uuuugh, it was going to be a long day. I made sure to take [shower](http://i.imgur.com/4eiUz3j.jpg) photos to retaliate and I ended up just teasing myself more with pulling my nipple jewelry, soaping and kneading my breasts and mound but making sure I stay away from my already swollen clit, sticking to just rubbing my outer lips (while finding a slight loop hole in my own rule by pressing my pussy lips together and it sandwiching my clit between them…)