Three Exquisite Edging Strategies
- The Prelude to the Coup de Grace: The Exploration Down Under, the Taking of the Ridge through Subterfuge
When a cock is on the verge of coming, a blissful way to drive a man crazy is to focus again on the ridge, the corona, but this time taking it with subterfuge: a fingertip just lightly exploring, discovering the underside of this ridge, circling the globe, sailing around underneath the ridge, over and over.
- Playing the Frenulum as a Violin
The little string of skin on the underside of the cock—the frenulum—is by far the most sensitive part on my cock. Alas, men who are not natural, who are cut or circumcised, do not have this fold of skin in the same way as a natural cock, and what a loss, what a diminishment, what an argument against circumcision. But when my cock has become the most sensitive, when my whole body feels taut, stretched between the poles of myself, lusting to come, needing to spurt and splurge and release, then I absolutely love it when this string is played beautifully by a diva violinist: the woman just lightly stroking in one direction, repeatedly, this little string, this fold, until it feels like the cock could explode into orgasm with the touch of a feather against this spot, or just touched by a hot breath, or the sound waves of a whisper.
- The Coup de Grace after the Coup de Grace: Massaging the Cock with its own Cum
To take the man over the top, with the most blissful touches of all, combine the strokes and touches: I love it particularly when there's a combination of #3 and #2 before this #1. It is the coup de grace after the coup de grace: when a woman massages a man's cock, particularly the head, with his own cum.
The first time I had this done to me came the first time I was in bed with a woman with whom I had a 5 month correspondence before meeting her. She was the second woman I had sex with after going the least 8 years of a 21 year marriage almost sexless. The four month long correspondence gave us a chance to be rather explicit about the ways we loved to be taken.
We finally met in the Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas for a three nights and four days together. Within an hour of meeting, we on our hotel bed, with us beginning to enact everything we had fantasized about for ages. It seems we gave each other a thousand kisses, then a hundred more, than another thousand before our clothes started to come off. She asked me to strip for her, which I did, and then she slowly stripped for me. She then departed from any script we had imagined. She asked me to play with myself, and as I did so, she began playing with herself as well. I brought myself to the verge, kept myself there for a time, and then she asked me to let her see me come up close and personal. She curled up close, and then as I started coming, she took hold of men and began collecting all my cum juices in her hands. When I had finished coming, she began massaging my cock in its juices, not letting up but squeezing me more forcefully. The cock at this point is so sensitive that this action is excruciating, like tickling but better. My instinct was to pull away but she followed after me, keeping me in her grasp, rendering me ridiculous, like silly putty in her hands, at her mercy. It extended the intensity of the orgasm, adding a new feel I had never felt before, a missile shot off and then retro-rockets fired. Then, later that evening, bless her heart, she taught me how to make her squirt.
