So many sluts are asking important questions: what is edging? How do I do it? Is it really better than cumming? Lucky for you, I have all the answers you could ever want. All you have to do is follow along.
Edging is simple. You touch yourself, build toward orgasm, and then... stop. You pull your hand away. Right before you tip over. Right when every nerve in your body is screaming more, please, don't stop. You let the wave recede. And then, when you've caught your breath, you do it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
For the dumb sluts with no attention span, that's all you need to know. But for those that want more, consider reading under the cut...
Why It's Better
Some of you have been cumming far too much. Whenever the mood strikes, you touch yourself, you finish, and it's over. A few seconds of pleasure and then nothing. You’re empty. Already forgetting what it felt like.
Edging is different.
When you edge, the arousal doesn't disappear. Each edge layers on top of the last. The pleasure gets deeper, more intense, more consuming. After a few edges, you'll be so sensitive that the slightest touch will make you gasp. After a few more, you'll be shaking, leaking, barely able to form coherent thoughts.
Edges linger. They keep you warm and wet and wanting for days. Months, if you're disciplined. You’ll walk around with a constant ache between your legs, a secret you're carrying, a reminder of what you're denying yourself.
And when you finally do cum... when you've earned it or been given permission. It's not just a few seconds of mediocre release. It's the kind of orgasm that leaves you sobbing.
And that's not even the biggest reason it's better.
The real reason is what it teaches you. That pleasure isn't yours to take whenever you want it. That anticipation is sweeter than satisfaction. That discipline feels better than indulgence. That you like yourself more when you're denied.
You learn to associate obedience with pleasure. You train yourself to get wet from being told no.
That's why it's better. It conditions you.
How to Do It
Let's practice. Right now. While you're reading this.
Get comfortable. Somewhere private. Take off whatever's in the way and push it aside. We need easy access.
Now start slow. Don't rush. Run your fingers over your inner thighs, your stomach, everywhere except where you actually want to be touched. Tease yourself. Make yourself wait for it.
Feel how your body responds. The way your hips shift, trying to guide your hand where it wants to go. The way your breathing changes. You're already getting wet. Just from anticipation. Just from being told what to do.
Now touch yourself. Lightly. Barely there. Softly, with not enough pressure to do anything but frustrate you. Feel how swollen you already are. How sensitive. How badly you want more.
Give yourself more. A little more pressure. Find the rhythm that works for you, the one that makes your thighs tense. Let the pleasure build. Let it climb.
You're getting close now. I can tell. Your thoughts are getting fuzzy. Your hips are moving on their own. Everything is narrowing down to that single point of contact, that desperate need to crest.
Stop
Take your hand away. Right now.
Feel the way your body protests. The ache of being denied. The almost painful throb between your legs, begging you to finish what you started.
That's the edge. That's what you're chasing.
Sit with it. Let the wave recede. It takes a minute or two. Your heart will slow. The desperation will fade to a manageable simmer. You'll still be turned on, still be wet, but you won't be right on the brink anymore.
Good. Now do it again.
Build yourself back up. Take yourself to the edge. And stop.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, you'll get more sensitive. Each time, stopping will be harder, and you'll understand a little better why this is worth it. Why denial is sweeter than the release. Why good sluts edge instead of cumming whenever they want.
How Many?
As many as you can stand. Then one more.
If you're new to this, start with three. Build yourself up, stop, let it fade, repeat. Three edges and then you're done for the night. No orgasm. You go to sleep aching.
Tomorrow, do it again. And the next day. See how many days you can last before you're begging for it to end.
It's going to be hard, but eventually the denial becomes the reward. You'll find yourself craving that desperate, dripping, mindless state more than you ever craved orgasms.
I know everybody has moved on but what they did to bellamy blake was the worst character assassination I’ve ever seen on television and I’m still pissed off 6 years later #notmybellamy
when the audio from my headphones fades because i walked to far from my phone i feel they way the people do in His Dark Materials/ The Golden Compass when their dæmon is forcefully taken from them
I made this a long time ago and was very nervous about posting it to Tumblr. I can’t really think of a good caption~ everything I wanted to say is in the little blurb at the beginning.
‘God of Arepo’ Fan-made graphic novel
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Read the Original Story Here
Elrond: If I become king I'm going to make it illegal to speak Sindarin.
Galadriel, amused: Then what are people supposed to speak?
Elrond: I'll overturn the Quenya ban. Then it'll be even. After four thousand years they can have Sindarin back, but by then they'll all be too used to speaking Quenya and the majority will stick with it.
Galadriel: And what's the plan for after that?
Elrond: Give them one hundred years of peace, then ban both.
Galadriel: Then?
Elrond: Then I'll make the official language some obscure mannish language from Rhun, watch them panic and try to figure out how and where to learn it.
Galadriel: I love it, can we do it anyways even if you aren't king?
I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage
Moiraine getting to be alone at the funeral/burial rites. Verin could have sent her a messenger bird about it. I like all the funeral/burial/grieving rites in the show, but Moiraine might need a moment.
To go with my "Tear is based on the Philippines" agenda, that's a Palawan burial jar. Chosen coz of the little boat on the top. So Siuan is beside her
