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Edging, the art of masturbating with small children in the house.

Well for me that was definitely my introduction to it, not that I knew it was even called that at the time, all I knew was that it was very frustrating. They have finally fallen asleep and you have tidied up, eaten some food, maybe even had a longed for shower and then you think that a wank would be nice. Of course sometimes they would sleep on but I always felt that both mine had a radar when it came to either wanking or pooing. The moment my arse touched the loo seat they would wake up and the moment my fingers strayed to between my thighs the same thing would happen.

Maybe that is why I never really liked edging

Joking aside I have dabbled with edging. It is something Michael got me to do when were living apart. On two occasions just prior to his visits he set me the task of edging for a certain amount of time each day. I think because I knew he was coming and I would finally get to be touched again I actually enjoyed it and it definitely turned me on. As each day went by I got more and more turned on, my cunt was wet and throbbing and I can clearly remember nearly getting off on the seam of my jeans I was that desperate. By the time he arrived here I was almost climbing the walls. We made it back to the house, just, and he finally made me cum up against the wall in the hallway still wearing my coat.

However my orgasms can be an elusive little fucker at times. As a general rule things have to be just right for it to happen, too hot, too cold, in an uncomfortable position, and it will likely never happen no matter how much rubbing takes place and if it does go off in a sulk it tends to vanish for a little while and I have discovered that interrupting that build up can cause one of those sulks. So edging over a short period of time doesn’t work for me. I can’t edge, stop, edge, stop and then orgasm because the act of stopping like that doesn’t bring me closer to the edge each time it seems to pull me away from it, making the build up each time take longer until it just doesn’t seem to work anymore. We have learned from experience that stopping stimulation as I approach orgasm is a sure-fire way to completely kill off the chance of my coming. It might happen eventually but it will take its time and might even take a complete break and starting over to coax it back to life.

I am also an orgasm slut. I fucking love orgasms and I am firmly of the belief that more is better. Waiting or putting them off, well why? Let’s have them. One in the morning, one at lunch time and one at bed time sounds good to me. Now obviously life rarely affords time for all that and it is a bit of an exaggeration but I would more than happily have an orgasm a day. Before Michael was in my life I rarely left my bed in the morning without knocking one out and if I did I nearly always made sure I found time for it later in the day. I love my orgasms, I love my body for being able to do that. In fact it one of my favourite things about my body. I think because I only discovered how to make myself come in my mid twenties I have always felt like a day without one is an opportunity wasted and so if there is any chance of one I will generally take it.

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  • Cara Thereon

    I’m such a weirdo for liking edging as much as I do. It seems to heighten my arousal

    • accidental masturbator

      I’m not sure the word weirdo has any real meaning in this corner of the blogosphere.

  • Daylia

    The problem with pesky kids, we did have that trouble with E, plus he would only sleep with me, so E’d be in our bed then Master would lift him to his bed, then as he got older and too heavy to lift I moved into his own bed.
    But my love of sex had dropped considerably when we had him.
    Then we had a teenage time when he was out most nights, but though we had fun, we were still vanilla at this point, I wouldn’t masturbate.
    Since our D/s life started, I would enjoy masturbating, but finding time between school runs, looking after the dogs, usual house stuff, there wasn t much time, even though I don’t work. Plus Master would ban it, then let me, then ban again. He’s letting me now. I’ve bought those 2 new toys, fucking fantastic on my clit but soooooo loud. I have to listen out for E coming outta his room, you can hear it over the tv. So even now at bedtime it’s hard. I need to sort out a time when he’s at work, the dogs can fall asleep on the bed and I can have some me time.
    He’s 18 this month and still I have to be careful lol
    As for edging I’m learning to love it, and agree, to brings on fantastic orgasms. And plenty of multi orgasms too. All only beginning since we changed our life. I’m learning new things about my body all the time. I do have a little toy bag by my bed now. As i edge away every night, mainly coz I’m v noisy when having an orgasm, E would definitely hear that lol xxxx

  • May More

    Fab photo – i am with u about the kid thing and why i hated edging, same sort of things used to happen with me – and i too love my orgasms and used to be able to churn them out like they were going out of style! I have edged a bit – but not a great fan x

  • Modesty Ablaze

    Wonderful . . . made me nod and giggle all the way through.

    Especially LOVED the first sentence . . . AND the last !!!

    Wonderful !!!

    Xxx – K

  • Posy Churchgate

    Great post, and cool, candid photo.
    My orgasms can be just as moody as yours, so I do run towards them whenever I feel one building. I have only recently discovered I can have another quite soon after (if I’m lucky!) but more with self pleasure, less with OH). Sometimes circumstances have denied me the chance to catch that building orgasm, and hours later when I/we play again it may be a bigger climax, when it happens, that is a lovely reward, but I never count on it.

  • Mrs Fever

    There was a time when edging would heighten my arousal, leading to an incredible buzz during the process and an explosive orgasm at the end. My body has changed though, and edging doesn’t really work for me any more.

    Edging my male partners, on the other hand…

    Oh yes. That works VERY well. 😉

  • accidental masturbator

    To paraphrasse Molly Ringwold, you had me at the first line! Thanks for the morning giggle.
    (And I empathise entirely about being an orgasm slut.

  • Marie Rebelle

    Coming to think of it… I love edging, but mostly when he’s at the controls, in other words, when he is the one fingering or rubbing me and he then stops just before I can climax. Doing it myself is a lot less fun than when he does it.

    Rebel xox

  • missy

    This was such a relief to read as I felt it could have been written by me. I have heard people talk about edging so positively and most of the time it just won’t work for me. The fact that my orgasms went from being on the edge whenever he was near me to being far more elusive has made me feel like I fail sometimes. It was reassuring to read that your reality is not so dissimilar to my own. I sort of like feeling like ‘a weirdo’ and worry more about ‘feeling normal’ like maybe my weirdness will rub off or something and I will be left boring. I am hoping not!!!

  • Sweeten Dirty

    I am a lot like you, in that the longer I go without letting my orgasm happen, or getting stopped just gets me farther from orgasm.

  • Cammies on the Floor

    I am a fan of edging, but I don’t believe I would be if it made my orgasms harder to come by or possibly ruin them all together

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