About a week ago, I was edging as usual when I had what only could be described as a partial orgasm.
It started out as any ordinary masturbation session. I began with foreplay, touching my vulva with teasing motions to bring it up to arousal. When I began masturbating in earnest, as usual, I planted the tips of the index and middle fingers of my right hand on my sweet spot on the right side of my clitoral shaft over the hood and labia minora area and circled slowly. My left hand was at its usual location at the top of the left labia majora applying moderate pressure outwards and upwards. I relaxed into stroke one, an unlubricated stroke that stimulated my clitoral glans indirectly through the hood and labia minora. Ahhhh! Bliss, as usual. I enjoyed a long plateau at a cruising altitude of arousal that was comfortable. I didn't have to exert effort into holding back. My orgasm was nowhere near, and I wasn't even worried about losing control of myself at this point. As usual, I eventually transitioned into my second stroke. I used my left index and middle fingers to spread my labia open. Then I used my right index and middle fingers to harvest vaginal fluid for a lubricated stroke. I moistened my fingertips at the vaginal introitus and scooped the fluid upwards in a vertical motion throughout the length of the vulva's sensitive inner areas, giving myself an intense shock of pleasure every time the fingers passed over the glans. I went several times at myself in this vertical harvesting stroke to give everything a good coating and to get the glans accustomed to direct contact. Stroke two is a very light circular stroke on the glans. Ahhhh! Bliss... In an earler techniques post here, https://www.solotouch.com/story/tease-techniques-from-a-female-edger-part-7-68791, I wrote about how the transition between strokes two and three used to be dangerous for me in terms of losing orgasmic control. I had overcome that problem through diligent training, or so I thought. But at this time last week, I may have been too cavalier about my abilities. When I ended stroke two to get to stroke three, as usual, I took my fingers off the glans and moved them to the outside of my right labia minora. I began the final stage of masturbation and savored the long, oval-shaped stroke that spans the entire length of the clitoral shaft and labia minora area. I love this stroke! It covers my sweet spot but so much more, too. It feels amazing! During the latter stages of edging, my pc muscle often involuntarily pulses once or twice, which releases pent-up tension. I welcome these momentary pulses, because they allow me to keep edging comfortably without fear that I will lose control and tumble into orgasm. It's like activating a pressure valve so that an explosion doesn't happen. However, this time was very different, and this had never happened to me before. I couldn't have been more than 10 seconds into amazing stroke three when the involuntary pulses came, but instead of stopping at one or two, I must have had 20 of them. As the contractions kept coming and coming, I became more and more crestfallen, convinced that I had failed to contain my orgasm and that I had ruined my edging session. I really felt helpless at this point. I was so disappointed in myself. Not only did I lose control, it wasn't even the grand finale full-body orgasm that I always have, just a pathetic, weak one that was limited to the pc muscle. Nothing else was going on in my body that was orgasm-related. No full-on rush or anything. This was such a strange experience, because when I had lost control and had an orgasm in the past at this point, it was a full-blown orgasm. In my despair, I continued stroking after the contractions stopped, and I was surprised that I didn't have the usual post-orgasm sensitivity in my clitoris. I hadn't lost my desire to keep on stimluating myself, and after a minute or two, I felt normal again, stroking happily. Not to take a chance on anything after that unsettling experience, I purposefully brought myself to orgasm as soon as I felt like I could have one. This time, it was of the kind I was more accustomed to, one that seized my entire body and made me grunt while I rapidily grinded my fingers into my clitoris. This was my first experience with that strange partial orgasm, and I'm still trying to figure it out. There was no about-to-sneeze feeling in my genitals beforehand. I didn't even feel like I was on thin ice. There was absolutely none of anything else that I associate with orgasm like the loss of control of my body in general. I'm still so weirded out by what happened. Maybe some readers can explain this for me.
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