Edging is by far the best, it’s intense personal sexual tension and I am addicted to edging. There are times I don’t want to cum after hours of edging because of how good the build up feels but when I do finally cum, it’s so intense. Having your partner keep you on edge is so hot too, someone else in control of when you can cum practically make you beg them for release in the end. – Mr E
Yes, totally agree that edging is ‘the best’. It is rare indeed for me to just have a wank. I need to edge, I need and want to give time and pleasure to myself and of course to my penis, so yes to my brain’s pleasure centres being filled with dopamine – I’m well aware of that – I just need to look at myself in the mirror. I see that my face becomes transformed by the sheer delight of the intensity of the feelings. But I am no longer young and yet I can recall way back when I was in my early 20s that before going out to clubs or bars I would masturbate but only so far ……. I wouldn’t spunk. Of course I had been edging without knowing such a thing existed, so I’d be there in some club just riding on that edge until I took someone home and the fun could continue. It wasn’t until years later when edging became a subject for discussion that I realised that was what I had been doing off and on for all of that time but then I started to do it far more often and it wasn’t long before I was a fully fleged edger and an addicted wanker – but I’d already had those early years of practise. – Clive
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Edging is a form of meditation to me. My mind becomes freed of intrusive thoughts while I become erotically entranced watching men suck beautiful cocks and swallow the delicious cum. Hours go by so quickly in this state, and when I do finally cum, the intensity is related to how long the edge lasted. Recently I’ve become quite fond of edging on cam with other like-minded men, which enhances the eroticism, especially when a good chat gets going with a well endowed bator.
I am 83 years old and my wife has been in winter quarters for more than 12 years, and maritally speaking I am a faithful and happy man in this condition, but although I no longer practice sex with her, I have returned to my years of solitary pleasure, with more determination than before, because almost daily and before getting up in the morning, I practice edging three times, before getting out of bed, and I have noticed that when my nervous system can no longer bear walking on the ledge of supreme pleasure, it becomes anesthetized perhaps, due to the need to change the blood inside my genital apparatus. After about 10 minutes of rest and relaxation, I insist again on my masturbatory maneuvers, and I walk again on those delicious peaks of self-inflicted sexual pleasure. But this time, I reach a higher level of pleasure than the previous one, that is, more intense than the first. That said, I have to be very careful not to fall into the ejaculatory abyss that nature has prepared for sperm diffusion in female vaginas and for the proliferation of the human race. As a consummate wanker, I stop again at the delicious and sharp pre-orgasmic summit, walking cautiously in those delicious impulses of pleasure. I stay there as long as I can, touching here and there, with the care of a brain surgeon, until I feel my nerves begin to lose sensitivity, which brings me to the warrior’s rest.
Five or ten minutes later, I start the show again, and this time the summit I reach is higher than the previous one and the edge becomes so sharp that it could cut like a knife. The pleasure is so intense that, without wanting it, it makes me open my legs, and flutter my toes in pleasure, and move my hips in unthinkable coital movements. I have then reached an edge that; With the wisdom of having done it so many times, I feel in my urethra, how a drop of real semen makes its way, which I allow to come out, just to feel that I still control the pleasure…
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He cumplido 83 años y me esposa se ha retirado a cuarteles de invierno desde hace más de 12 años, y yo maritalmente hablando soy un hombre fiel y feliz en esta condición, pero si bien ya no practico el sexo con ella, he vuelto a mis años de placer solitario, con más empeño que antes, porque casi diariamente y antes de levantarme por las mañanas, practico el edging tres veces, antes de levantarme de la cama, y he notado que cuando mi sistema nervioso no soporta más caminar por la cornisa del placer supremo, se va anestesiando tal vez, ante la necesidad de cambiar la sangre dentro de mi aparato genital. Luego de unos 10 minutos de reposo y descanso, vuelvo a insistir en mis maniobras masturbatorias, y vuelvo a caminar en esas cumbres deliciosas del placer sexual auto propinado. Pero esta vez, llego a un nivel más alto de placer que el anterior, o sea más intenso que el primero. Dicho esto, tengo que ser muy cuidadoso para no caer, en el abismo eyaculatorio que la naturaleza ha preparado para la difusión espermática, en vaginas femeninas y para la proliferación de la raza humana. Como pajero consumado, vuelvo a detenerme en la deliciosa y filosa cumbre pre orgásmica, caminando cautamente en esas deliciosas pulsiones del placer. Me mantengo allí, tanto tiempo como puedo, tocando aquí y allá, con el cuidado de un cirujano cerebral, hasta que siento que mis nervios empiezan a perder sensibilidad, lo que me lleva al reposo del guerrero.
Cinco o diez minutos más tarde, vuelvo a empezar la función, y esta vez la cumbre a la que llego, es más alta que la anterior y el borde se hace tan filoso, que podría cortar como un cuchillo. El placer es tan intenso, que sin desearlo, me hace abrir las piernas, y aletear los dedos de los pies de tanto placer, y mover mis caderas, en movimientos coitales no pensados. He llegado entonces a un borde que; con la sabiduría haberla realizado tantas veces, siento en mi uretra, como se abre paso una gotita de verdadera semen, a la que le permito salir, solo para sentir, que aún domino el goce…
Getting naked, finding a comfy chair, getting aroused and rock hard and edging for hours is a daily routine
Damn you look sexy
I would love to lick and suck your beautiful cock for hours
I edge daily and more often when I get the chance. It lasts for at least an hour but sometimes up to four hours. It is so satisfying, that if I cum quickly it is a let-down.
I’d enjoy a long edge session with you sexy man
I love edging, I never just want a quick nut. I would be great to have a group or another dude to edge with.
Am a 42yo man from Germmany, Claus my name. I edge since I was 15yo, à coach trappes me I the shower, wankinng. Never touched or neared me. Taught me to reach highest level of sexual masturation and stay there for a long time.
Nwadays edging has made me fit for controlling my orgasms, satisfying my partners for hours on a level they get addicted to, naked ” himalaya”: as a nickname
Any chance I get I’ll edge to the point my cock is is flowing with precum of which I can’t help but taste which only turns me on more and thus begin the edge cycle again.
Edging as I write this
Years ago, when I was in college, I would masterbate almost daily. Addicted, many times I would edge without knowing it. It just felt good, and I practiced getting as close to the edge as I could without having the avalanche happen. I could sit and do it for a long time. When I would cum, I was in my 20’s, it would be explosive. My whole body felt electrified and the feeling of ants crawling all over me. I don’t know when I realized the word for this was “edgeing”. I am married, sex is a distant memory with my wife, but I can still edge to this date and I do. Have fun with it guys, it’s great!!!
Perfect post to me, goosepimples all over, shivering and sweat, as I like it for hours and à fountain I the end for a real manshot, I edge as slowly as possible and bareable, to the utmost limit to be expanded
I have always loved to edge, any time any place, ever since afternoons after school before my mom came home and I had two or three hours to spend alone with my penis. My edging was primarily just keeping myself mildly aroused and erect, ever so pleasurable, but then I discovered others who would join me in the magic cave and we could hold the intensity of arousal *together* for hours, ball sacs tighter than the core of a golf ball, and then share orgasmic release deeper and more erotic than any “normal” sex. That was stepping into a whole new universe, and I will never be the same again;
Edging is my masturbator sex