My dearest J_J

My heart skipped a few beats. I held my breath and read...a tingle between my thighs.

The rest I shall write on my profile in response to this post of yours.

To read and see through your lense...the moment shall live forever.

RB.

She asked me what's on my bucket list, and I could not think of anything in the moment. Then she ticks off two I forgotten about in one night. The first one I'll keep between us, the second one described below.

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The fresh air from a bush lodge created a pleasant environment for an outdoor adventure, on an open balcony. Dark, but still sufficient light for him to admire her beauty.

Inside, the air was still thick with the warmth of their lengthy, whispered foreplay. Laughter and the faint clink of glasses from a dozen other rooms in corridor served as a constant, thrilling reminder of the risk. Surrounded by work colleagues. The noises eventually faded as the hours of the night passed.

She stood up and walked towards the balcony. He was stretched out on bed, his heart still beating a rapid rhythm from their explorations. She stood by the glass door, a playful, daring look in her eyes.

"Come outside with me," she whispered, her voice a soft challenge.

His eyes widened slightly. The balcony was open, exposed, wooden ledge in row of similar balconies, where any one of his colleagues could be standing, looking out. The thought sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through him. But the exhilaration in her gaze was infectious. He followed.

The night air was cool on his skin. That's when he saw what she had brought with her. It was large, an instrument of pure audacity. His first thought, a silent, breathless prayer, was no way. It seemed impossible. But then he looked at her, at the confident curve of her smile, the knowing look that promised both care and conquest. He had trusted her skill before, and the memory of those times made him surrender with a slow, deliberate nod. She mounted her strap on.

She was a master of the tease, her movements agonizingly slow, building a tension that was as much about the public space as it was about their private act. Finally, with a gentle pressure, she guided him to his hands and knees on the balcony couch. The plush material was a stark contrast to the vulnerability he felt.

He felt a gentle pressure, just the very tip, a promise of what was to come. He tensed, certain he could take no more. But she was patient, her movements a study in gradual acceptance. She eased forward, millimeter by millimeter, until the initial resistance gave way to a shocking, full sensation. Deeper and deeper she went, until a smooth, rocking rhythm began to flow between them. The pleasure was immense, a rising tide that drowned out the distant sounds of nature and the fear of being seen. It was just them, the rhythm, and the dizzying height.

Then, she withdrew, leaving him feeling strangely empty. She moved to a balcony chair and sat, patting her lap with a soft, encouraging smile. Understanding dawned. He moved to her, his body now pliant and eager. He positioned himself over her, and this time, the connection was seamless. It slid into place with an easy familiarity that made him gasp.

He began to move, setting his own pace, riding the wave of sensation. He took her deeper into himself than he thought possible until eventually riding the full lenght of her shaft. Each movement a full, complete acceptance. The pleasure built, a coil tightening deep within him, until it suddenly, wonderfully, released. A shudder wracked his body, a powerful, internal climax that left him breathless. He paused for a moment, trembling, only for another, softer wave to ripple through him, and then another. He rode through them, each one a sweet, surrendering release, until he was spent, collapsing against her in the open air, hidden in plain sight.

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Lisa, thank you, you know me so well.

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This one is slightly different. Happened a while ago. Definitely need to circle back to it again.

The union between pain and pleasure, not in an extreme sense, but a perfect blending of the two to keep you on the edge.

Booked an 'extreme edging' session with a BDSM mistress. An hour of total orgasmic bliss.

As I stepped out of the shower she led me to her cross. A crucifixion of pleasure anticipated. No tease needed, she dropped my towel, my erection revealing my eagerness. She walked over to her tool table and came back with lube. A few quick vigorous strokes bring me to a heighten point, stopping just before crossing that threshold of no return.

As she tied me to the cross I knew I was surrendering control. I was in her hands, vulnerable to her will. Once strapped in she continued her quick vigorous strokes followed by short intervals. Each time taking me closer to release, but not crossing that threshold. She kept going, on and on as I squirmed on the cross. Pleasurable torture.

Eventually she release the chains and invited me to lay on her table. She positioned herself comfortably between my legs and we resumed the same treatment, but this time a bit more free to squirm, limited only to the confines of her plinth.

And then things got interesting. With all the vigorous stroking my member got worn out, but still the pleasure of her strokes kept me hard. It took longer to reach the threshold until it became impossible to reach the threshold, but at the same time the pleasure from her strokes got me orgasmic, body convulsing, orgasmic laugher flowing, rolling from edge to edge on her table, convulsions, contortions, no need to stop the stimulation as bridging the threshold no longer possible ... just a continous flow of orgasmic waves convulsing through my body.

Eventually I had to ask her to stop. Neither by body or my member could take any more. I was exhausted, completely satiated. Even though there was no ejaculatuon, I never felt so satisfied before, and such remained with me for weeks after (I also needed a lengthy period for recovery).
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Thank you Mistress Zelda

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I'd been searching for this specific experience for a long time, never quite sure it was possible: for the body to remain orgasmic after a climax.

I first discovered it with my wife. Our intimacy began as it often did, and I was following the usual rhythm, not paying extraordinary attention. It was only when I realized she was building toward an unusually intense peak that I became fully present. Her climax was powerful, more so than usual, but not out of the ordinary for her, as she truly knows how to embrace an orgasm.

The fascinating part was what happened next. Her body remained orgasmic. She was swept up in waves of helpless, rolling laughter, exquisitely sensitive to every touch. The lightest brush against her toe sent convulsions through her entire body. Needless to say, I continued teasing her, and for what felt like an hour (though it was likely ten minutes), we explored this state of heightened sensation with every gentle caress.

Since then, I've been searching for that same sustained bliss in myself. While I've had many profound experiences, often through edging and keeping the senses alive before climax, the post-orgasmic state for men typically fades quickly. It seems to be our general design; the body often shifts immediately into recovery mode after ejaculation.

Recently, I booked an edging session with my favorite service provider, someone I share a strong connection with. My goal was the usual: multiple non-ejaculatory orgasms before a final climax.

The session progressed beautifully, following a familiar and comforting pattern. It wasn't exactly the plan I had in mind, but I surrendered to her process and let go of my own agenda. And then it happened,one of the most intense climaxes I've ever experienced, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure.

But this time, it didn't end there. My body didn't settle. My senses remained acutely heightened to her every touch, the orgasmic state lingering. The lightest touch felt like a lightning bolt coursing through me. Unfortunately, we were already overtime, and I had to travel shortly after, so we couldn't explore this state at length.

The breakthrough, however, was undeniable. It is achievable for a male, and I am eagerly looking forward to exploring this with her again.

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Lisa, Lisa, Lisa

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J_J

Thank you so much for an absolutely amazing time too, and I would also love to revisit this with you again too!!! And thanks again for one of my best dreams ever!!!!


Xoxo
Lisa

On 2025-12-24 19:48:53 Lisa said:
J_J

Thank you so much for an absolutely amazing time too, and I would also love to revisit this with you again too!!! And thanks again for one of my best dreams ever!!!!


Xoxo
Lisa

The journey has only just begun. The one above though was for the time we had a month or so ago. The dreaming one ... I'll think I'll keep that between us. That, while something we done numerous times before, but this time came on a different note.

And thank you so much for the gift. I'm consumed by it at the moment. Having amazing mind fucks/ orgasms.

Which makes me wonder, how someone who just 3 years ago was a stranger and in such a short time got to understand me so well that she can pick out a perfect gift like that.

Might have to start a new thread: beyond the orgasm ...

Anyway I'll be off line for a bit. My sim got deactivated. Nice Xmas gift. Lost all my messages and plans from the naughty world. Maybe its a good chance to start afresh. But I'll reach out to you again in the new year once I get my coms up and running.

The Art of Letting Go

She's leaving, and I so wish I met her sooner. There's a bittersweet ache in that, a quiet sadness. But more than that, I feel a deep and genuine gratitude for the time we shared.

Some people have a gift. From the moment you step into her space, her sanctuary, the noise of the outside world just falls away. You exhale for the first time all day. Without a word, she makes it safe to simply be. To let go.

What happened between us was less an act and more a current. A beautiful, flowing energy that started in one place and naturally, subtly shifted into another. She had this perfect intuition, knowing exactly when to slow down, to let the wave build from within, allowing the sensation to travel through every inch of you until it wasn't just a physical release, but a full-body experience.

And just when you think you've reached the edge, she holds you there. She waits, reading the quiet tension in your muscles, and then moves with you again before the feeling can fade. It was a continuous, effortless rhythm.

The most tender part came next. When overflowing, with that orgasmic energy bursting at the seams, she pulled me close. The energetic rush softened into something deeper. Two bodies simply melting into one another. Slow. Gentle. Present. The quiet coming down. Wrapped in the warmth of her embrace, the high slowly fading into a peaceful, bone-deep calm.

She's leaving. But that feeling? The feeling of being taken to the edge of existence, then held and gently set back down to earth? That stays.

Ms....., you will be remembered, by me at least, as one of the best. Wishing you well on your future adventure.

(Unfortunately her AD is no longer active so I can't mention her name).