Some thoughts on an ideal edging scene that both the edger and edgee should work towards😈😈😈. Feel free to share your thoughts as well:
You show up in compression gear or gym shorts, looking like you just came from a workout, already horny and clearly carrying a load you’ve been saving. I like that cocky jock energy at first. The smirk, the flexing, the attitude, acting like you’re tough enough to take anything even though you’re already worked up before we even start. That’s what gets me going. I like taking all that built up need and dragging it out way longer than you thought you could handle.
I’d have you tied down or restrained enough that you know you’re not running the scene anymore. Then I’d tease you slow, get you close, and shut it down right when you think you’re finally about to get off. Not just once. Again and again, until the cocky act starts falling apart and you realize being horny as hell doesn’t mean you get to cum. Maybe you don’t even get a proper finish. Maybe I let you have a ruined orgasm instead, just enough to make a mess and make the frustration worse, not enough to actually satisfy you. That’s part of the fun. You thought shooting meant winning, but I still controlled how it happened and whether it even counted.
The more pent up and desperate you get, the hotter the power dynamic gets. You don’t decide when it’s enough. You don’t decide when you’re allowed to cum properly. You hold still, listen, answer properly, and do what you’re told while I decide what you’ve earned. I like watching a cocky jock go from smug and mouthy to frustrated, needy, and begging. Intense, playful, verbal, controlled, a little humiliating in the right way, and always with clear limits first.
#edging #bondage