Doesn’t it seem odd that Mrs. Lion can edge me thousands of times and I still come back for more each time expecting she will bring me to orgasm? You would think I’ve learned that most of the time, the vast majority of the time, I won’t get to come and I will end up breathing hard and humping the air. I’m a little bit like Charlie Brown and his football. Each time, Lucy manages to convince him she will hold the ball so he can kick it. And each time she pulls it away just before he can get to it.
Not only do I come back each time but I actually have learned to enjoy the feeling. That’s not so odd. It’s the closest a male can get to multiple orgasms. Yes, I miss the grand finale but I get to hear the overture and see the first act over and over. Some men contribute to the process. They warn their partners when they are very close. I don’t do that; Mrs. Lion never asked me to try. She’s very good at reading me and can stop a tiny fraction of a second before my floodgates open.
I really do like it. My appreciation for being edged has grown over the years. It started out being a very frustrating exercise in submission. Now, it’s something that I find great fun. True, it’s still very frustrating. But I like it. Maybe it’s the same sort of perverse brain chemistry that turns me on when I think about being spanked. Edging is frustrating and spanking is painful. I don’t like being frustrated and I don’t like hurting. But I like and get turned on by thinking about Mrs. Lion edging me and spanking me.
Lest you think this is a crazy male issue let me disabuse you of that notion. For the decades I was an active top, I almost always brought women to the edge and held them there for a long time without letting them actually have an orgasm. They loved it! At the time I rationalized that this was because the path for female orgasm is a straight line starting from rest and eventually reaching a peak with the plateau on top that can sometimes last more than a minute. Then, as the stimulation continues they slowly come down. Many women if continually stimulated will go back and have many more orgasms. Mrs. Lion is like that.
I rationalized that most women don’t have orgasms during intercourse. That means they get very aroused, maybe almost to the edge of orgasm, and then their partner ejaculates and it’s over. I figured that gave them a lot of practice with this frustration and taught them to enjoy it.
Now I know that both sexes enjoy it. I’m ready anytime Mrs. Lion wants to edge me. I love the way it feels. I don’t expect to ejaculate. Sounds just like my female bottoms all those years. They were very happy when I edged them. I reasoned that males are different since we have no plateau at the top of our sexual arousal. We simply ejaculate and that’s that. How wrong I was.
It turns out that getting there is much more than half the fun. At least it is for me.