When I lost that bet awhile back and wasn’t allowed to orgasm (self-imposed) for 6.5 days, I was a little nervous getting back in the saddle. Only because I knew that having one orgasm would be much the same as eating one potato chip. I didn’t want ONE. (And I was only allowed one.) I wanted ALL OF THE ORGASMS IN THE WORLD. So I drew it out. I made it last. And because I was already ripe as a summer peach, I decided to add a little pain to offset the approaching wave (from which there would be no return).
I snuck a clothespin from The Drawer. I say ‘snuck’ because even though I’d never been told I couldn’t, it felt a little naughty to be using an implement without the Musician’s permission. (I’m a little nervous writing about it now!) But I did it, and I clamped that sucker directly onto my clit.
It hurt, of course. But it wasn’t unbearable. It was just enough pain to make every other sensation that much more pleasurable. I could barely touch myself because every movement took me right to the edge. So much for making it last! So I touched and teased, and touched and teased… until I couldn’t take it another second. And then I came.
And, of course, I wanted more :)