Exploring Katie’s Kinks: Edging

I wake up next to you and lie quietly, watching you as you sleep.  I let my fingers play gently across your body.  Keeping my touch feather light as I run my hand across your firm chest, along that gentle curve just below your armpit, over your smooth stomach.  I trace the outline of your cock through the sheets, smiling as I feel that you are already semi hard

And that fact excites me!  One hand continues gently caressing you, the other moves between my legs, not parting my pussy lips, but just gently rubbing over them.  Indirectly softly stimulating my clit

Rubbing me and caressing you, my eyes on your gorgeous body.  My gentle stroking slowly draws you from your slumber, you smile at the soft caresses, feeling your cock swelling more as you wake up

Then you see where my other hand is.  In one swift movement, before I even realise you are fully awake, you scoop me up and tip me onto my back, pinning both hands above my head with one of yours

“I am your Dom and you did you have my permission to touch yourself, did you?”.  You say it firmly, looking deep into my eyes

As I start to speak you shush me and shake your head.  You land a very firm slap across my right breast, making it glow with the shape to your hand.  I whimper, twisting against your grip on my hands

You move your free hand lower, placing your thumb on my clit so you can circle it and rub it.  I moan softly as you do so

Then you slide two fingers firmly into my pussy, curling them back within me, searching for my g spot.  You watch my face carefully until you know you have found exactly the right place. 

Your fingers start thrusting in and out of me and your thumb works my clit.  “Now don’t you dare cum until my cock is inside you”, you growl at me

I moan harder.  My hips are bucking.  I am writhing in your grip, trying to hold back from my orgasm.  I know you can see how hard I am struggling

You slide your fingers out of me, smearing my slick juices over my throbbing clit.  You continue to draw tight little circles around it, keeping me just on the edge of my climax

Then your fingers push back inside me.  Your touch feels so good.  Holding back my orgasm feels almost painful

And you just keep going.  Watching me.  Seeing how hard I am struggling.  Feeling my pussy becoming soaked for you

You continue your game – alternating between my clit and my g-spot.  Just as I feel I am losing control as you play with one, you pause, just for a moment and switch to the other

Finally, when you can hear the frustration in my cries and know holding back is almost overwhelming me, you pull your hand away.  My body feels hugely deprived for a moment

And then you slide that gorgeous fat cock into me.  “Cum for me baby”, you whisper in my ear

I cry out, your name on my lips as a huge orgasm engulfs me, my pussy so tight as you enter me, my fingers digging into your flesh, needing to hold you with the intensity of the orgasm

My eyes open as it eventually passes.  I hold your gaze as you continue to fuck me, smiling at you as you thrust deep inside me over and over.  Until I hear you starting to groan, and I let myself go again.  We both cum hard, you filling my soaked pussy with your seed

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Jasmine’s perspective (@MessBlue)

What is edging?

Edging is the art of prolonging your orgasm by not rushing into the orgasm headlong.  Instead, as you feel close to the edge, you back off a bit, slow down whatever you are doing.  Take a time out, slow down your pace, get distracted or whatever else works for you to prolong the time you take to reach orgasm.  You may be asking, why the hell would I do that???  Over time, I have realised the following

1. If you learn to prolong your time to your orgasm, you will learn that the orgasm is that much more powerful at the end

2. Edging teaches you to control your vaginal and PC (pelvic floor) muscles better over a longer period of time which is good health-wise long term

3. Edging is also a kink that people enjoy giving and receiving and thus makes your sexual activity with your significant other more enjoyable and gives that bit of difference compared to plain vanilla sex

I learnt edging when one of my exes taught me this…  She used to practice this on me

The first time she did this, I begged and moaned to go faster.  Instead, she deliberately slowed down her strokes and instead used her fingers on my pussy lips very slowly…  Instead, she used to completely withdraw and instead focus on my nipples.  Resulting in fireworks from me!

She then used to go back to my pussy, slowly increasing the pace again, then slow again…in several cycles.  At the end, I used to have explosive orgasms, to the extent that I have blacked out

I also love being tied up and edged badly.  It is the feeling of losing control of your body and your sexual needs to the other person…  This could work for some of you too!

You can use toys as well using similar methods to edge, back off, go faster, slow down…  It may frustrate you initially, but it definitely is more enjoyable if you are trying to prolong the time you take to orgasm

Having said that I always need my quickie sometimes in the shower, or my vibe at full speed when I just need to cum!

There is no right or wrong in this.  It’s just about learning about your own body, seeing how it reacts to these changes and enjoying what works for you…

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Katie’s perspective

I confess – I cum really easily and therefore edging is something I really enjoy.  It heightens everything for me

I love that sensation – being made to linger on the edge of a delicious orgasm, tantalisingly close, but not quite there

Of course, I sometimes hate it at the time.  When I am desperate to cum and he just won’t let me.  I will want to curse him and hiss and growl

Now, edging can take many forms

Sometimes it can be when we are apart.  Him setting me little tasks to complete.  Sliding a toy inside me while I go about my day or telling me to use my vibe for ten minutes but without permission to cum.  And this could be building up over a few hours before I am allowed my release or even over a period of days

This may be accompanied by a phone or video session so he can instruct me with exactly how he wants me to tease myself and can watch / listen to my reaction

Other times it can be for a shorter period during a sexual session.  On some occasions he will tease me.  Pleasuring me but telling me I do not have permission to cum so I am forced to fight my urges and hold back my orgasm

Other times he will be controlling them.  Getting me right on the edge of an orgasm and then stopping or changing what he is doing, so I don’t quite achieve my orgasm.  Driving me wild with frustration and making my body ache for my release

I love them all.  But he also needs to be skilful.  I refer to my earlier comment – “I cum really easily” and otherwise he will tip me over the edge to soon

So, I guess the question is why do I enjoy being edged.  Firstly, it just feels really good.  I love that feeling of my orgasm building.  The anticipation of what is to come (cum!)

But there is also a big element of the power play and the control.  Anyone who has read anything I have written will know I love having my man take control.  And edging definitely reinforces his control.  If he ties me up and edges me… – oh wow!

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Kitty’s Perspective (Submissive of @KropMarcus)

How he knew I was a natural born sub I’ll never understand, but he did

I was a trigger-happy squirter, I came at my own will, no thought of flow control or timing of my partner’s pace

My lovers didn’t expect me to do anything but entertain them by flooding until slippery with my juices

My future Master found me drifting through life, single and unlikely to couple as I wasn’t offering ‘Girlfriend’ sex.  I was too fired up and unpredictable.  Sexy, lively but far too much to handle full time

I cried out for control in my life.  I needed to be Mastered.  I yearned to submit.  Everything I’d learnt I had to unlearn

I was instructed, commanded and bidden to withhold my own urges and bind myself to his control

From the beginning, the ground rules were set.  His rules, my obedience was imperative.  I was to exercise control of my orgasms, to build my desires on instruction and hold my quivering sex on the edge, a term and function alien to me

My choices were clear, edge until my quim throbs or disappoint and be punished

I dreaded punishment.  Not just the fear of pure pain to be endured not enjoyed, the burning shame of losing my edge, releasing unbidden and in doing so ruining my Master’s pleasure

Guided and rewarded I improved the depth and duration of my edging.  Armed with techniques like breath control, my edge developed into an exquisite clenching on the ‘pointe’ of oozing juices

Non-contact, voice controlled, powerful, deep ripples through pussy, holding, hanging over the abyss… waiting… barely breathing… not uttering a word… concentrating my every muscle but always ready to, “Cum, kitty, cum.”  As these words were whispered as a growl in my ear

So, here we are, three years into our D/s relationship.  I instantly edge, on command, even remotely. I can only cum with permission

My edging in powerful.  I wait, taut, tense, until ordered to release my aching sex when I flow, melt and fall into sub-space, knowing my lover, my Dominant, my Master, will guide my passage into euphoria