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It suddenly occurred to Taylor that she was wet enough that her thighs were slick. As always, she was naked in bed, so she just reached her hand down under the covers and touched her pussy with a couple fingers. They came away shiny and wet, her mess dripping down her hand as she pulled it up to look at it. With a helpless groan, she plunged her hand back under the covers.

Taylor often started the day by rubbing one or two out in bed before she got up, but this would be new. Already, just a couple minutes into rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples, she felt an orgasm swelling within her. She stopped both her hands immediately, hovering over her pussy and tit, panting and pausing while the feeling passed. Then she resumed, with all the more vigor.

Again and again, she reached the edge with some combination of nipple play, clit rubbing, and fingering. She lost cout of how many times, and resolved to keep count better in the future. Eventually, she glanced over at her clock and realized through her brain fog that she needed to get moving or she'd be late. Somehow, she'd been edging for almost two hours.

As she **** herself out of bed, everything around Taylor felt fuzzy. Her own body was electric, heightened sensations every time she brushed a finger against her skin or rubbed her thighs together, but sights and sounds seemed a little distant. There was a sort of...bliss hanging over her mind. God, she thought, what am I getting into?

Taylor headed for the shower, heart pounding as she realized this was to be another temptation. It had been...years? since the last time she had not masturbated in the shower, and usually she came. She could always just...not touch herself. But as she stepped under the warm shower, the heat and pressure of the water against her sensitive skin eliminated that concept from her brain. It felt so good, her wet skin felt so soft and slick, and before she knew it she was touching her cunt again.

She managed to keep it brief this time, only edging three or four more times before washing up and hurrying out of the shower. Through muscle memory, she managed to go through her normal morning routine: drying and styling her hair, eating a quick breakfast, doing her makeup, throwing on clothes just before she stepped out the door. Today she chose a tight blue cotton dress and sandals - as usual, no underwear.

As she walked away from her apartment, Taylor's heart was racing. Her face was still flushed, her nipples hard under her thin dress. She could feel where her pussy had dripped onto her thighs. And this was day one.