Hey, you find me speechless, just writing a comment on the forum, I wanted to test whether this forum isn’t still working, BUT IT IS WORKING! Hallelujah!
Well, after a fantastic lazy morning in bed, practicing the Clench & Hold breathing technique from “Urban Tantra” by Barbara Carrellas, one of the books that made my journey, I’ve already been soaked in precum and had some wonderful dry orgasms later. Then I continued my tease and denial weekend – ooh, sudden blue balls feeling here – edging from time to time until one to three drops of white seminal fluid appear on my piss slit, then stopping any teasing, washing my member and having breakfeast or doing some clean up. On Saturday I have had five ruined orgasms of that kind and today already three, by rights six, because during the last one quite dangerous edging session I made it to three ruined orgasms forming a series.
My horniness seems to be out of earth and my balls feel filled to the brim, heavy from their big load and sometimes ache a bit, but my extreme arousal is worth every little pain, that like just now increases my horniness even more.
As posted lateley, bro’s, keep on this side of the edge, stay horny at home and take care!
Congrats to the staff again, finally we have our blog section back, thanks a ton!
Mart
Author: SOwithoutAneros
A Full Dozen Of Ruined Orgasms
Indulging in excessive edging I lately set a personal record. Playing the tease and denial game until the point of no return and slightly over the edge, I tried to hold back my ejaculation after already having felt its beginning. But this time I’ve only been putting kind of weak effort into it. Like trying to stop peeing I focused on the same musculature but instead of trying hard I only let it be a halfhearted attempt. Nevertheless it worked except some single droplets of semen appearing at the tip. Then I counted down from 20 and worked up my horniness to the edge again. Allowing these little droplets and stopping any teasing for 15 to 20 seconds each time before going on with edging let me scratch the edge eleven times – always allowing one to three small and bigger drops of semen appear before a first pulsating stream of semen welled up along with some hormones set free like with a usual ejaculation. This session made me extremely horny and its controlled ecstasy has given me a new sort of bliss – a very special experience I liked to share. Enjoy!
A Cockring Out Of Energy
Last afternoon I lay on my couch and replaced my envision of touching my sweet spot right above my penis root and my perineum by forming a half of a cockring using my forefinger and my middlefinger. Inspired by the actual movies about action heroes and all their magic skills and energies I instead imagined a ring of energy emitting a mixture of green and blue light at the position of and formed like a typical cockring. At my sweet spots I attached some transmitters for contact and energy transport. Then I let the energy flow and the vibes take over. It immediately became one of my most intense Aless sessions including some achingly forceful thrustings of my throbbing rock-hard member, some extreme squirming and writhing by letting go every of a lot of surprisingly crazy involuntaries accompanied by vocalizations that could have been used for the next Jurassic Parc episode.
What a joy!
So many thanks to @darkOrb for his initiating post.
Mart
I’m walking, la la la, I’m walking, and bliss occurs, I’m walking …
This afternoon I leaned forward on my hands positioned on the bathroom sink and focused on my perineum while reading a post of @WhoWouldHaveKnown about focusing on that spot. Standing on one foot I let my other leg sway and be subconsciously steered by some upcoming involuntaries, that caused some nice p-waves. Seemed like my subconsciousness just took the chance to massage my gland that way. Letting go some more consciously uncontrolled movements of my hips, pelvis and legs proved, that my subconsciousness even is an expert with starting a standinggasm this way. Then I’d been executing leg moves like when marching on one spot and the orgasmic state has been continuing. More and more I believe to get insights into the sexual aspects of the dances the indigenous peoples celebrate. After typing this to the forum I started with my marching moves again and could immediately ignite a full body orgasm along with growing to half mast and already shedding a first tear from my right eye. Life has become so wonderful. Oh, yabba dabba doo!
Btw, not sticking to certain motions but letting go induced the silliest motions fully controlled by my subconsciouness and started a very special kind of gymnastics in my bathroom, giving me pure bliss!
Cheers, Mart
Physical Chastity – My First Experiences
Hi Folks,
all the reports about chastity cups, mental chastity and semen retention here intrigued me a lot. Finally I couldn’t resist to give physical chastity a try. As usual the first cage a man orders has been much too big, although it was difficult enough to cool him down to a really flaccid state and his smallest size to get him at all even into that bigger model of those tiny tubes. But with a lot of lube and a lot of persuasion it suddenly happened.
LOCKED UP!
I’d never thought, that being locked up alone already would feel so arousing, even if doing it myself is still enabling me to free myself whenever I’d like. Of course I don’t want to spoil my own party, why I will try to endure the situation as long as I can bear it, but it all still belongs to my own decision. How I now can empathize with all the lucky poor guys who have given away their only key! Ooh, writing this, the next wave of arousal engulfs my whole body.
The only problem with that first too big cage has been my ability to start an erection, thus my member could squirm and writhe and fill my cage to the max, what already has been too much and why it‘s been so painful.
Now I can already proudly announce to be back in physical chastity again, caged in my CB-6000 for the second time.
Initiation ceremony for my new black friend
This report is surely NSFW as it describes my today’s initiation ceremony of my new non Aneros tool I lately bought for rediscovering anal pleasures, I had experienced lastly before beginning my Aneros journey two years ago. And I’m admittedly still struck by the fantastically rewired sensations. In details (last chance to skip NSFW reading matter.):
I’ve chosen a setup in the showers where I attached the realistic black dildo’s suction cup to the wall opposite of another wall I would be able to lean against. Only slipping on the condom and applying the lube to that member dangling from the wall felt like handling a real c*ck. Oh, f*ck, while remembering the initiation my gland just took over, tears in my right eye, strongest thrustings in my abdomen and an inner erection and a buzzing of enormous power. And a little ache from my penetrated h*le too. Back to typing my report, ignoring the ongoing involuntaries thrusting forward my pelvis while typing this. (“F*ck! That’s gonna be a tough challenge!)
After having lubed the dildo thoroughly, I applied some lube to my anus and inserted one finger to massage the opening. Then I already was so eager to get the dildo in me, that I made a first attempt. Oh no, I’ve become really tight again. Too long time since getting laid. Remembering my own advices giving lately to another guy here, I began to press as with a boulder movement, and got the glans a bit further into the entrance. No, some more lube has been necessary and I had to massage my sphincter a bit too. All the time I’ve been fully erect and my member was pulsating in lust, while thick drops of precum were oozing out and abseiling to the shower base. Slowly my sphincter managed to let my new black friend in and finally I forced it through the first sphincter. I stopped and accomodated with the size. What a difference to the Aneros tools. This typing of my report makes me horny beyond belief, especially when bringing all the lustful scenes back to my mind. I’ve always been a fan of teasing my sphincter muscle. That’s the spot where I feel the ultimate itch. Some dry orgasms shaking my body just proved my words. After a while I tried the inner sphincter which was not as easy to overcome as the outer one. So I slipped off the member and applied more lube on it and to my h*le. Rotating my *ss I went for the next try. Yeah, now I made it and could slowly take the whole length of that black friend in me. What a pleasure, what a filling feeling. Of course all my experiences with the real ones came in to my mind and I had to admit how I’ve missed it, how anal retentive I in fact am. I had to withstand the urge to go wild and soothed myself to take it slowly. Although my h*le just feeds back, that I may have overdone a bit, I had indeed taken my time and begun with slow motions pounding against the shower wall until I finally could feel the balls. Every now and then I slipped off the dildo only to savour the massage of my outer spincter by the pronounced glans of that dildo again.
I took great pleasure in my absolute control what this member did to my anus. With a real man behind it, there is an alien will that might not be one with yours. But I indeed could absolutely determine and reliably get what I wanted from this dildo. It just made me understand why women love those toys so well. They are not in a hurry to shoot their load. Their stamina is endless and when warmed up by my anus it even more and more felt like a real c*ck. And I took it that way. It became really an awesome f*cking, what was going on in my shower cabin. My ass cheeks were wet from sweat and slapping against the shower wall, I was moaning and squeaking with lust, and several dry orgasms shook my whole body. Not only a few times I was so overwhelmed by the pleasure in my anal canal that it forced me off the dildo, everytime thinking I would otherwise just have ejaculated handsfree. My member was pumping and pumping and oozing precum on and on. Now I began to vary my motions, taking turns at going over the whole length of insertion, teasing my sphincter, dragging out and plugging in, shoving it in as deep as possible. Every now and then I thought, hey, that’s enough for the beginning, but then again I couldn’t stop. All together it might have been a 45 minute session or better standing ovation, 😉
Arguing I could have a second session later, I finally could persuade myself to call it a f*ck. After cleaning up, only seeing that dangling member on the sink let increase my urge a lot to get laid again as soon as possible. My consciousness just wants to throw in, but your h*le is still aching, but my horny gland keeps telling me this little sacrifice is to be made. Gladly everyday life keeps me off from another session for a while, so my h*le gets sufficient time for its recovery.
Hugging my blanket
This morning I went into awesome Aless, without any focusing, any kegels, any fantasies, only hugging my blanket and a little stretching. Grabbing my blanket felt like holding my stream of ecstasy vibes to not fall off. It was a strange experience, powerful and soothing at the same time. Like floating on a sea of bliss and tranquility while flashes of lustful sexual power electrify the scene and my whole being. But this was no envision, only a bodywide feeling and perceptiion of my surrounding. At least four or more SOs crushed over me and let me moan and hum on different pitch levels. It felt so wonderful, until the phone rang. Sighing I believed I had to call it a session. After having answered the phone call I went back to bed and lay down, covered myself with my blanket again. And, bam, the session continued as if I never had left it. I still can’t believe it myself, what an incredible morning.
A slow motion or bullet time session
Hi guys, I briefly must tell you about my last edging session. This morning I stayed in bed and had some awesome slow-mo edging fun only holding my member with two fingers and doing nothing else at all. First to initiate some arousal I had positioned my left forefinger right above my member’s root and lay the ball of my right hand on my solar plexus with forefinger and middlefinger above and below my left nipple. Soon I felt arousal building up in my abdomen and briefly closing my fingers to touch my nipple already provoke some strong involuntaries. When I finally was rock hard and thrusting forward my pulsating member I decided to sit up and do some slo mo edging. I pushed down my boxers and held my member between forefinger and middlefinger of my right hand. My forefinger rested at the height of my multiple ridged band and my middlefinger I put short below my frenulum. Then I did nothing else. My gland took over and sent out one orgasm after the other throughout my body. From time to time a drop of precum appeared on my glans and some more involuntaries along with more orgasms shook my body. Often I felt really close to cumming but the only fluid I produced remained to be precum. After a while my feelings calmed down but soon built up again and adding some little nipple stim finally grew up to at least three very satifying superOs. What a morning, oh yeaaaahhhh!
Foreskin Awareness Party Featuring Steely Friend Tempo
Hi folks, especially hi Turnrow, Bro! Your post just interrupted another beginning gooning state upcoming when listening to „What A Difference A Day Makes“ performed by Rod Stewart, oh how right he is. I was leaning comfortably back on my couch and closing my eyes from time to time. Upcoming involuntaries tried to adapt themselves to the rhythm of the music and that meanwhile well known whole body arousal was starting too.
Curious about any new messages in my Aneros forum inbox I besides had a glance at my tablet and found your post questioning about my latest edging session. Initially a little reluctant I yet took out my laptop to eventually write down my experience for you and to forestall the risk of forgetting any of the pleasureful details.
Having to call upon the Urban Dictionary for your word „gooning“, I now must say, the top definition there describes best what I went through during my latest session. But let’s start from the beginning.
Early Saturday morning my significant other left our home to meet one of her colleagues for a shopping tour, giving me a lot of undisturbed me time.
I decided to try the multiple ridge band technique and have a long, long edging session. After my visit to the bathroom I lay down in my bed again – on my back. Wearing my Separatec boxers I could easily take out my member through the opening of the boxer’s extra pouch.
What A Blissful Morning
This morning I awoke by myself around 8 o’clock. Having gone to bed around 1 a.m. I had set my alarm clock at 9 a.m., but already felt well rested. I stretched out a little and lay myself on my right side. Without any obvious reason sudden involuntaries shook my whole body. My inner gland voice told me to lay down on my back and let go. I obeyed. My involuntaries started over and soon I got quite aroused. I felt that well known dumb ache in my prostate area and knew it fully had taken command over me. With my penis fully erect my pelvis was already thrusting upwards. From time to time I was squirming and writhing in lust, then again I lay there fully silently without any motion. Nevertheless my arousal didn’t stop to build up and up and up. My nipples and my chest felt so sensitive, even the contact to my t-shirt felt like pure lust. My whole being felt like it wanted to explode from all that sexual energy. All this went on for what must have been around half an hour with several dry orgasms, as far as squirting precum doesn’t count and at least two memorable superOs making my whole body trembling and shaking like an electric eel. After some more great and powerful dry orgasms feeling most similar to traditional orgasms only without cum, I called it a session, but only to start another one. I took out my tablet and chose “Steps to damnation” to let a succubus into my mind. If I had thought I would have already been played out, I learned that I wasn’t at all. I went into a blissful fantasy and surrendered to that wonderful woman, to her first gentle kiss, pleaded for all she suggested to do to me until she wanted my soul for mounting me. That made me ban her and take out my earphones despite of another week of semen retention she in that case had put as a hex on me. Still in my underwear I headed for the kitchen to have some breakfeast. Standing at the kitchen unit eating my sandwiches I again pulled my penis out of the extra pouch opening of my awesome Separatec boxers and then draw back my foreskin to free my sensitive glans. I remembered the succubus’ words that I wouldn’t be allowed to cum for another week regardless how much I would edge. That meant after all I was allowed to edge! Soon I stood in the bathroom at the sink, applied a lot of lube to my glans and began to wildly rub my glans, getting a hard-on again in no time. I gave my glans a hard rubbing up to the very edge for three times. When I felt like nearly unable to hold back I counted down from twenty to zero before I continued the rubbing. I focused on firmly palming the upper side of my glans and fondling my frenulum. From time to time I formed a “V” with thumb and forefinger pressing them under the ridge of my glans and rubbing back and forward. When the waterbased lube began to run dumb I added only some drops of cold water and started over. Finally I took a lot of cold water to wash away the lube not without rubbing across my glans as before. The cold water helped me to keep me from the edge. One of these edging sessions every hour makes a lustful day schedule! 🙂
I nearly forgot to tell another little detail about my morning session. At some point I so eagerly wanted to cum handsfree this morning, I finally thought I could get there by nipple nibbling. But my t-shirt was a bit hindering. Surrendering to my lust my dirty little mind told me to spit some saliva on my fingers and get my t-shirt wet. I must say, that felt awesome naughty and it was the best idea to stimulate my nipples thoroughly, at least for some more drygasms. Good vibes! Mart