Do girls ever edge? (get really close and slow down to build up)

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I'm not sure how this will sound, but, my husband would do this to me to get things he wanted (things he was sure I wanted too, but wouldn't cooperate). If I got too close to cumming, he'd hold me down until it passed a little and then stir it up again.

Long story: he got it in his head that he wanted to make me cum thinking of other men, lusting for them, wanting them, men at work, men he knew... he loved the idea of a slutwife... I wasn't going for it, knew it would be harmful for our marriage and resisted. Oh sure, I loved the naughtiness of the idea of letting myself cum fantasizing about this hunk or that one, but I just knew it was not something to be encouraged. Especially knowing myself and my own weakness for it. (Your husband tells you he wants you to bed other men - too, too tempting!) This went on for years, sometimes I could cool myself and dig my heels in, other times, I gave in.

He'd wait until I was almost over the edge of a huge orgasm and then he'd stop me, pin me down, spread eagle, while telling me that I couldn't cum unless I promised to think of someone else during; clearly imagine them in my bed, doing the things he was doing. Of course he couldn't actually make me think of another man, but after three times to the edge and back again, I was nearly in tears, writhing in pain, and his suggestions sounded simply "harmless" against the huge weight of my sexual frustration. I'm not a girl who easily tolerates an aborted launch when the rocket's already on the pad!

Besides, like I said, I WANTED to think about bedding those men, I just knew it was a bad idea. Of course, when he finally came and I had no resistance left whatsoever, I'd blab about everything I wanted Cliff or David or Tim to do to me and added hot rocket fuel to my husband's fire - sex was beyond fantastic.. so, naturally, that much harder to resist the next time... I mean, who doesn't want an Earth-shattering orgasm with your husband every time? Pavlov woulda been proud.

If I gave in to his "fantasy," sex was wildly better, but I was right... it was harmful, it made me want (crave) the other men in reality. If you spend months, hours clearly visualizing sex with someone over and over and over and then have to work closely with him, you bet it was hard to keep a clear head, especially since they seemed to know something was in the wind.

That's more than you wanted to know, and clearly the product of stupid kids just learning about sex, but an interesting cautionary tale. ... or not.

Quote by nigh
I'm not sure how this will sound, but, my husband would do this to me to get things he wanted (things he was sure I wanted too, but wouldn't cooperate). If I got too close to cumming, he'd hold me down until it passed a little and then stir it up again.

Long story: he got it in his head that he wanted to make me cum thinking of other men, lusting for them, wanting them, men at work, men he knew... he loved the idea of a slutwife... I wasn't going for it, knew it would be harmful for our marriage and resisted. Oh sure, I loved the naughtiness of the idea of letting myself cum fantasizing about this hunk or that one, but I just knew it was not something to be encouraged. Especially knowing myself and my own weakness for it. (Your husband tells you he wants you to bed other men - too, too tempting!) This went on for years, sometimes I could cool myself and dig my heels in, other times, I gave in.

He'd wait until I was almost over the edge of a huge orgasm and then he'd stop me, pin me down, spread eagle, while telling me that I couldn't cum unless I promised to think of someone else during; clearly imagine them in my bed, doing the things he was doing. Of course he couldn't actually make me think of another man, but after three times to the edge and back again, I was nearly in tears, writhing in pain, and his suggestions sounded simply "harmless" against the huge weight of my sexual frustration. I'm not a girl who easily tolerates an aborted launch when the rocket's already on the pad!

Besides, like I said, I WANTED to think about bedding those men, I just knew it was a bad idea. Of course, when he finally came and I had no resistance left whatsoever, I'd blab about everything I wanted Cliff or David or Tim to do to me and added hot rocket fuel to my husband's fire - sex was beyond fantastic.. so, naturally, that much harder to resist the next time... I mean, who doesn't want an Earth-shattering orgasm with your husband every time? Pavlov woulda been proud.

If I gave in to his "fantasy," sex was wildly better, but I was right... it was harmful, it made me want (crave) the other men in reality. If you spend months, hours clearly visualizing sex with someone over and over and over and then have to work closely with him, you bet it was hard to keep a clear head, especially since they seemed to know something was in the wind.

That's more than you wanted to know, and clearly the product of stupid kids just learning about sex, but an interesting cautionary tale. ... or not.

Quote by nigh
I'm not sure how this will sound, but, my husband would do this to me to get things he wanted (things he was sure I wanted too, but wouldn't cooperate). If I got too close to cumming, he'd hold me down until it passed a little and then stir it up again.

Long story: he got it in his head that he wanted to make me cum thinking of other men, lusting for them, wanting them, men at work, men he knew... he loved the idea of a slutwife... I wasn't going for it, knew it would be harmful for our marriage and resisted. Oh sure, I loved the naughtiness of the idea of letting myself cum fantasizing about this hunk or that one, but I just knew it was not something to be encouraged. Especially knowing myself and my own weakness for it. (Your husband tells you he wants you to bed other men - too, too tempting!) This went on for years, sometimes I could cool myself and dig my heels in, other times, I gave in.

He'd wait until I was almost over the edge of a huge orgasm and then he'd stop me, pin me down, spread eagle, while telling me that I couldn't cum unless I promised to think of someone else during; clearly imagine them in my bed, doing the things he was doing. Of course he couldn't actually make me think of another man, but after three times to the edge and back again, I was nearly in tears, writhing in pain, and his suggestions sounded simply "harmless" against the huge weight of my sexual frustration. I'm not a girl who easily tolerates an aborted launch when the rocket's already on the pad!

Besides, like I said, I WANTED to think about bedding those men, I just knew it was a bad idea. Of course, when he finally came and I had no resistance left whatsoever, I'd blab about everything I wanted Cliff or David or Tim to do to me and added hot rocket fuel to my husband's fire - sex was beyond fantastic.. so, naturally, that much harder to resist the next time... I mean, who doesn't want an Earth-shattering orgasm with your husband every time? Pavlov woulda been proud.

If I gave in to his "fantasy," sex was wildly better, but I was right... it was harmful, it made me want (crave) the other men in reality. If you spend months, hours clearly visualizing sex with someone over and over and over and then have to work closely with him, you bet it was hard to keep a clear head, especially since they seemed to know something was in the wind.

That's more than you wanted to know, and clearly the product of stupid kids just learning about sex, but an interesting cautionary tale. ... or not.

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