I may not be a very good masochist when it comes to pain, I’m a real wimp! But when it comes to orgasms I can be truly masochistic.
Now I love orgasms, lots of them, as many orgasms as I can fit into a day and then throw in a few more. Having said that I have edged myself for as long as I can remember. Drawing the pleasure out for as long as I can, building that heat up until it becomes almost painful and my cunt is swollen and throbbing. As that release of an orgasm finally happens my whole body shakes and I quiver for a long time afterwards.
It doesn’t happen very often now as I need the house to myself and no interruptions, that means no partner pottering about and not having a cat trying to clamber on my lap for fusses! It was however an indulgence I used to partake in quite often when I lived alone. I would bring myself to the edge of orgasm when I got home from work, then go off and cook my dinner. After dinner I could spend the evening getting myself to that edge several times more, each time I would get there quicker and the need would become more and more urgent. Until finally before going to sleep I would have an earth shattering orgasm that would leave me exhausted and asleep within moments.
Allowing a partner to bring me to the edge is a little more tricky. Partnered orgasms are now few and far between so I tend to grab them whilst I can. Also as my orgasms have now changed it’s harder for him to find that point without stopping too soon or not soon enough which just results in me getting frustrated and grumpy because that orgasm then becomes unachievable.
Orgasm play is something we used to indulge in quite often and it is something I would like to get back to again someday. Until we re-familiarise ourselves with it I still continue to keep bringing myself to the edge of glory.