Craftsmate discovered how much he liked edging me pretty quickly.

And I discovered just how evil Craftsmate is.

He’s really very good at making me suffer. He’s got the whole rhythm down, the teasing, the getting me justrightthere and then changing the pace. And he’ll shake his head when I beg to cum in that little condescending way and coo, when I thrust up from the mattress, that I must really, really want it.

There I am, squirming and begging, and he’s grinning and laughing. He’s never edged anyone before and he appears to be making up for lost time, because he always manages to do it once or five times when we’re messing around.

And then he tells me to be a good girl and leave it alone.