Challenging myself during an edging session
OK, here's the set-up for this story - totally true. My wife and I were due for a shared masturbation session, which we affectionately refer to as "Playtime." We do this about once a month and sometimes a bit more frequently. We've been sharing our masturbations for many decades and we really look forward to the intensity; especially the delightful combination of voyeurism and exhibition. Anyway, we've been quite busy lately with autumn chores and other obligations, and sometimes you just end up deferring your pleasure, no matter what kind. And the anticipation just builds. So, in preparation for a good shared session, I began doing some edging-only in the morning, expecting to release that load before too long. And then, I discovered that I was going to have to go another day without a satisfying ejaculation. I don't know about you, but as much as I enjoy my edging, ejaculations are just the anticipated reward for a nice one or two hour "cruise." So, today was not going to be "the day," either. During this morning's masturbation, I didn't have any big concerns about avoiding an orgasm. I've been doing this for a few years (56 to be exact), so I've acquired enough ability to withold my load. But this morning was sort of different. As I browsed my favorite sites and paused to enjoy some of the better images, it was like the little "voices in my head" were teasing me and challenging me to push my limits. It was as if they were saying,"C'mon. Don't play it safe, man. Take it to the "edge" of the Edge. You can do it. C'mon." It wasn't as if I was trying to set a Guinness record or anything, but it was similar to any other kind of exercising; you do the reps and then see if you can push yourself for just a few more. So, I opened up an archive file I keep of pics that are just "guaranteed cums;" images that don't seem to lose their erotic appeal. And I stroked. And I edged. And it was like I was balancing myself on tiptoe, on one foot, at the very Edge. The point where a bit of gravel starts to roll off into the abyss. Kind of the masturbatory version of veritgo. And the feeling was equisite. It wasn't just the bliss of the physical sensations, but the "element of danger" that I could blow a load I was saving for a special event. Definitely not something I want to do on a regular basis, but it is kind of exciting and fun to push your limits every now and then.
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