Things are kind of quiet right now. I am still refraining from pleasuring myself, which is becoming more difficult, thanks to the new extended edging play. NW gave me an orgasm Sunday night. She didn’t want me starting the work week too frustrated. I was very much in concurrence with this.
Last night, things were rather hectic and we decided to postpone any play. By the time I hit the bed, I decided that I would take the time to give her a few orgasms. It isn’t like it takes a huge investment of time and energy. In fact, it is one of those wonderful things in life where you reap so much more than you sow.
After her orgasms, she started stroking me. She wanted me to have another orgasm. I, of course, was reluctant, as I like at least a little buildup. Fatigue took care of it for me. She fell asleep while stroking me. I roused her to get her into sleeping position and she started back up. I asked her to wait, if she would, since she was too tired to do it properly. She agreed. Off to sleep we went…me, with a raging erection.
This newly embarked upon effort to take me to the edge and hold me there, or as close as possible, for an extended duration, has been intense. My cock swells as it does when I actually orgasm. It is mildly uncomfortable. And it stays that way! Her stroking/squeezing becomes so light that it would seem almost nonexistent to the outside observer. It is maddeningly delicious, though…if not frustrating as hell.
Another thing that she does, besides maintain her grip and move in slow, short strokes, is to release her grip and very lightly move her hand up and down my cock. It is light enough that the skin does not move with her, but she maintain lights, somewhat inconsistent contact. This is just as good and, in some ways, a better method. It is stimulating, causing my cock to twitch, giving just enough stimulation. It is not enough, however, to send me over the edge, assuming it is kept at a reasonable pace and the contact not too firm.
This keeps me bouncing right at the edge, but not going over. My hips are not able to relax and an ache forms in them and my lower back. Not to mention my aching cock, swollen in anticipation the release that never arrives.
On a side note. NW’s Dr. visit is now past. I foresee the throttling that she has been longing for just around the corner.