I don’t really masturbate much anymore. I edge, sure, but actually masturbate to completion? Nah.
Sometimes, though, for whatever reason, I don’t have sex for several days. Given that I tend to come… um… copiously… I actually rather enjoy saving up. My main partners always seem to enjoy it when they’re the ones to trigger the release, whether it’s on them or in them, and if it makes them happy, it makes me happy.
As I mentioned in this post, the story “Slippery Fun” was one of my favorites when I was forming the basis of what turns me on, sexually. In that story, the main male character is able to come multiple times with little to no refractory period, and each orgasm was, to paraphrase the narration in the story, too much for any of the women present to swallow without making a mess. My refractory period is normal for a male human in his 40s, but the longer I wait between orgasms, the more of it there is.
At the time of this writing, it’s been two full weeks since my last orgasm*. Whoever gets the benefit of that is going to be absolutely drenched or absolutely flooded, depending upon how things go.
* Remember, I write these posts in advance, so by today this may have changed.
I’m sure that, if things end in a facial, it’ll be very similar to the picture above. I’m looking forward to it.