u/A_ThroatslutPrincess — tumbrall

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what my first post should be. With some encouragement I’ve decided that my first slightly intoxicated edging session would be fun to remember while I sit here and hit my pen, preparing for an evening alone 🤭

It was Freshman year. I attended a little Catholic university in a weed dense area. Now, I grew up sheltered from the outside world, but not the internet. So while I had zero experience with being high, I had far too much experience being, well, a little slut. I had really wanted to try smoking, and I finally got the chance.

It finally happened at the end of the year- finals were over, everybody was celebrating. My best friend, T and his roommate, B took me to their friend’s garage since he apparently had the good shit. The friend prepared a bong with some hybrid and he explained how to rip it, but still did everything for me. All I did was breathe exactly how and when he instructed.

I don’t remember how many hits I had, but the four of us shared a bowl or two. I gradually noticed two things. First, there was no stillness. I was confident that I wasn’t moving, but I felt, what I always assumed was my blood pumping through my body. Rushing around, never pushing me off balance, but enough to feel that fuzziness for the first time. Secondly, the horniness, the wetness becoming more noticeable whenever I shifted. The friend was a notorious flirt, so I didn’t think much of his intensity at the start. But high? With this new tingling I had never felt before? I couldn’t help but feel it right in my cunt. I’m pretty sure I was pulsing my thighs together, so Thankfully I was in a long skirt, one of those wrap around ones? (I actually think I still have it 😇)

Well, I was thankful at least it until we were making the walk back to campus and my bow came undone, my skirt falling off completely. The hero that night were the tight gym shorts I had on underneath because, my dear gooners and goonettes, I was so stoned that I physically could not put it back on. Literally, I had no strength or dexterity in my fingers to tie the bow. Or hold the damn thing in my hands. I’m sure I looked ridiculous but, but the boys kept me safe. And my skirt woes kept me focused enough to follow them back to campus despite being convinced I would either float away or fall flat on my face. Seeing the campus sobered me up enough to tie a crude knot, but I n hindsight, my friends probably could have helped me tie it much earlier 🫢

Anyways we went back to their room where we hung out a little (I think to keep an eye on me). It was fun, I was totally relaxed, spacey. But then I must have shifted juuust right, in the way that made me remember just how much my pussy was aching?

Suddenly I NEEDED to get back to my own dorm and touch myself. I knew I’d have the place to myself finally since my roommate moved out earlier that day. T had passed out so B insisted on walking me back. He kept his hand on my lower back, guiding me back as I was still pretty wobbly and Ohmygoodness, that was a fire I had never fucking felt before. My knees were weaker than ever, but he made sure I got into my building before taking off. He was a true gentleman that also kept me high for the year and a half we lived together 🤭

The second I got back to my room I picked up my vibrator, a small little pink dildo, and squatted down, leaning back against the front door and started buzzing my clit. My shorts and panties had come off but I couldn’t fucking take out the knot I made in my skirt, and I think that turned me on even more. I was so fucking desperate I’d have found anything hot, honestly. I couldnt think about anything but touching myself. Like, I don’t even think I turned the lights on. The only thing I had the wherewithal to know was my goal: edge.

I was introduced to edging … prior. It was something of an addiction by that point in time 🫣 but I had neeever felt need like *that* before. I didn’t know how long those tingles in my arms and legs and head would last, but I knew I needed to take advantage of every second in the best way I knew how.

It was maybe two or three edges later that I needed to stand up, my pussy was dripping onto the floor and my skirt and my legs were fucking shaking. I managed to tear my top off, pull my tits out of my bra and climb into my roommates stripped bed. You know the kind. It’s college, it’s that cheap, plasticky type of mattress? Feels like it’s meant to survive the outdoors. Fucking disgusting against my legs but god, did I leak at the juxtaposition of that sticky weirdness and my silky skirt protecting my ass. I was kinda sitting up and leaning into the corner wall, my cheek pushing against it as I humped against my hand, rocking that vibrator into me, holding back my moans because I don’t know how to be fucking quiet. Everything felt spin-y and I could feel the need to rub and hump and hump and rub in my fucking bones.

After I don’t know how many edges, I finally felt grounded. Still had that gentle pressure on my body, though the gentle spinning had slowed and I was left with the phantom buzzing and tingling in my pussy, the wet spot soaking through my skirt. Even just moving my legs, I remember how absolutely sloppy I was. To be honest, I don’t know if I ended up making any noises. Maybe I did start whimpering. Maybe that’s why i ended up hearing a rhythmic thumping against the wall supporting me. Of course those walls were thin as fuck, so I just had to turn my vibrator off to hear the moans coming from my neighbors dorm. I have no idea who was getting fucked. Both of the girls who lived there were so sweet, so I was shocked by the sounds they were making.
The begging?
The “Harder baby” and “give me that fucking load”??
The “oh you’re such a needy little slut aren’t you?””take it baby. Take this fucking cock”???
I couldn’t resist, I kept rubbing. Who fucking knows how long they were going at it because I passed out there edging and listening to her get railed. I woke up soaked and stained in the smell of my messy leaking cunt.

After that, I became hyper-fixated on weed 😂

Fuck, I hadn’t tried to remember that much detail in forever 🫣 it makes me so happy to be where I am now, able to buy enough weed to get higher than I could ever have imagined. Feeling fuzzier and needier than I did that night. And more toys, of course 🤭

Mmmm I think I’ll take some edibles in honor of my younger self, let those sink in while I scroll and keep hitting my pen. I decided my panties need to be soaked through before I can touch… humping my pillow isn’t touching though, right?