I was one of those fortunate children who learned to read at a young age. Some relative bought me a set of books that my parents never read to me, so I was probably in first or second grade before I could tackle them on my own. Naturally, those books were lost or given away over the years, but when my daughter was born, I sought out another set.
Unfortunately, by that time the books had become a D*sneyfied franchise, and most of the books available were the heavily edited ones that, not surprisingly, lost the spirit of the originals. I did find, however, hard-cover version of A.A. Milne’s famous Winnie-the-Pooh stories, and read them to my daughter. Of course, I also read her the non-D*sneyfied versions of other stories, too: Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle Book, Lewis Carol’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, etc. Yes, I spent a good part of her young life with a raspy throat, but I know she appreciates it.
Anyway, in moving some books from one side of the house to the other — a practice that happens more often that you’d imagine, especially when Mrs. Edge gets into one of her household organizing moods — I chanced across the old Pooh volume, and couldn’t help but skim through a few stories. In the second book, The House at Pooh Corner, toward the middling end of the tales, we run across a Particularly Interesting Philosophy espoused by our favorite bear.
“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best — ” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a Very Good Thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.
– AA Milne “The House at Pooh Corner”
When I read that , you could have knocked me off the chair with Eeyore’s tail. “[T]here was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were,” is exactly the point I was trying to make in my post from last week: I enjoy my orgasms, but there is a point just before the orgasm that — to me — is actually better than the release itself. That point — the slight, but noticeable plateau just before the waves of release — is the overwhelming sensation to which I’m drawn. It’s physical, mental, and emotional, and while it’s happening, I want it to keep happening.
I suspect that many men who have discovered this feel the same way. The problem is that some of them — and I have to count myself here, at least sometimes — can actually forget how pleasant the orgasm actually can be. Or sometimes the desire to push for that one more day! over-rides not merely the desire for the orgasm, but the commitment to one’s partner.
Thumper is not the only one who has reacted with dismay or disappointment at being asked to remove their device, and to have an orgasm; I’ve seen this on various web boards and forums over the past few years. Frankly, I’ve even done this myself. It was easy to fall into, especially in those early days when we just discovered the heady feelings of power exchange. Each time that Mrs. Edge suggested we go for some period of time, I would egg her on to make it a little longer. There’s a perverse pleasure in breaking a record, in going for that next “personal best.” Pumping iron, lap times at the track, shooting hoops, days without coming. Just one more for the record books.
There is hope, though. Eventually one figures out that breaking a record is no longer the important thing. Likewise, while the desire to ride the edge of arousal for weeks at a time is compelling and addictive, at some point you have to bring a little sanity back into the relationship. You eventually learn that the denial is heady — but it helps to gain some perspective by reminding yourself what you’re being denied from.
So guys? Try to remember that when your partner wants you to orgasm (and especially if she wants to participate), try to remember that it’s not a punishment, nor is she trying to derail your attempt at the Chastity Olympics. Really. It’s just that she places more emphasis on the moment just after you start eating the honey. Just go with it, okay?
Because sometimes eating the honey can be a Very Good Thing, indeed.,
