Give me a trail of small ones to a big one...that's kind of what I do when I edge...bring myself just close enough...then when I'm ready, or when it just can't be helped ...boom...shoots 2-3ft and I'm breathing like I walked up 5 steps.
Would you rather eat a raw onion, or a cooked nectarine?
The violin if I had to pick, but I enjoy piano too
Would you rather have a dangerous profession that paid well (like you'd be wealthy), or a safe profession that paid minimum wage (but you'd never have to worry about being killed or having to see other people die)?
Would you rather be loved by someone who already has a significant other (at the risk of that relationship getting sketchy) or by someone who you don't feel the same way about?