When I first started edging, I kept it to myself. It was this quiet thrill, something I explored alone. But I had this feeling, almost like a whisper, that I couldn’t shake. I wondered if maybe, somewhere out there, others were feeling the same way. And that’s when I turned to the internet, a place where so many of us search for connection, for belonging.
At first, it was a simple search—just a way to see if there were others who knew the pull of the edge, who understood the pleasure in patience. I didn’t expect to find a whole community, people who not only shared my passion but who made me feel seen. Here were people who didn’t think edging was strange or excessive; they got it. They knew exactly what it meant to savor, to let anticipation build without rushing. Each message, each post, made me feel more connected, like I’d found a hidden world that was somehow meant for me.
Over time, edging became more than just an activity; it became a way of belonging. I found people who inspired me to explore the edge, to make it part of my life rather than something to hide. That’s what makes this community so unique—the shared understanding, the quiet bond we have even if we’ve never met. We’re in this together, and knowing that makes every edge just a little bit sweeter.