… When I read that , you could have knocked me off the chair with Eeyore’s tail. “[T]here was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were,” is exactly the point I was trying to make in my post from last week: I enjoy my orgasms, but there is a point just before the orgasm that — to me — is actually better than the release itself. That point — the slight, but noticeable plateau just before the waves of release — is the overwhelming sensation to which I’m drawn. It’s physical, mental, and emotional, and while it’s happening, I want it to keep happening.
I suspect that many men who have discovered this feel the same way. The problem is that some of them — and I have to count myself here, at least sometimes — can actually forget how pleasant the orgasm actually can be. Or sometimes the desire to push for that one more day! over-rides not merely the desire for the orgasm, but the commitment to one’s partner.
Thumper is not the only one who has reacted with dismay or disappointment at being asked to remove their device, and to have an orgasm; I’ve seen this on various web boards and forums over the past few years. Frankly, I’ve even done this myself. It was easy to fall into, especially in those early days when we just discovered the heady feelings of power exchange. Each time that Mrs. Edge suggested we go for some period of time, I would egg her on to make it a little longer. There’s a perverse pleasure in breaking a record, in going for that next “personal best.” Pumping iron, lap times at the track, shooting hoops, days without coming. Just one more for the record books. …