My Story Of Edging and Explosive Orgasms
This is my story of how I learned all about orgasm edging and how it yields explosive orgasms.
If you are anything like me, you like a tight pair of jeans and a little bit of junk in a woman’s trunk to lighten up your day, particularly if you work hard like I do. I live in Los Angeles near the beach. I love to surf and I love to masturbate.
That means I tug my dick two or three times a day. Nothing special, spit-stroke and blam— there goes my wad. I’ve always been a super-horny guy so fucking masturbating is in my blood. I’ve been jerking-off daily practically since my balls dropped.
Rubbing One Out In the Stall
A couple months ago some work buddies and I stopped in at a bar after work. The place was filled with fucking hot-ass women and sure enough, after a few minutes watching this sexy brunette in a skirt and no panties bend over in front of me and flash her pussy while she was taking shots at the pool table, I had to go relieve my cock.
I locked the bathroom door and unzipped my pants. My cock was so ready to cum it only took a few whacks to blow my load. I washed my hands and opened the door. That’s when I met Sharon the Pilates instructor.
She had blue eyes and lean, long legs. She had smallish breasts, no bra, so I could see her nipples, which were those perfect reddish-brown little nobbies. Then she brushed past me on the way into the bathroom and smiled. If I wasn’t so toasted, I would’ve been fucking hard again for sure. I shuffled back to my friends and was surprised when Sharon came right over and asked to join us.
My Introduction To How Orgasm Edging Creates Explosive Orgasms
We talked for hours. Drunk-danced a little. And ended up in a slippery-kiss, crotch-groping make-out session at last call. Sharon had walked to the bar and lived close by, so I drove us to her house.
She opened her apartment door and shit, boom! It was like a fucking horny-ass race to her bedroom. She was stripping off her clothes the whole way and started in on mine. We were butt-ass naked by the time we hit the bed. She started sucking my dick. I started fingering her pussy. Her hole was soaking wet and my dick, shit, I didn’t know it could get so fucking-ass hard so quick after so many beers. Her lips were fucking magic, man. And then Sharon stopped. What the fuck?
I thought what the fuck is wrong with this woman? Did she already cum? I didn’t shoot my load into her mouth yet!
She must have understood the panicked, pissed-off look on my face cause she immediately explained what was up— edging. Sharon explained what edging was— the controlled holding back of an orgasm to prolong the powerful, intense, heightened sensations a person experiences when they peak, and how the practice of edging leads to out-of-this-world orgasms. I was still thinking what the fuck. But, already the total turn-on, and then the sudden stopping, had made my body tingle and ache for release like I never had before.
Not Just a Pilates Instructor
Sharon agreed to teach me edging techniques if I agreed to refrain from orgasm for seventy-hours. Man, I knew she had to be crazy to ask me that— it was friggin summer, man. Women wearing thongs. Titties coming out of bathing suit tops. Damn, that was a lot to ask. But the sex with Sharon was so hot, that holding back sensation so intense. I promised to give it a try and Sharon promised the resulting orgasm would be mind-blowing, and it was.
I did that three times a day for a week and then met Sharon at her place to talk about my edging progress— not. She met me at the door as naked as the night we met and fucked me right then and there on the floor. My dick got so hard, my orgasm was so explosively intense, even my fucking ears were ringing! Every part of my body was turned-on like crazy!
Today, edging and me, we are fucking best friends. And my orgasms are more crazy intense than they have ever been. And so are my girlfriend Sharon’s. Just ask her.