Another Big Mean Man
Thoughts of an English gentleman as I approach 50.
I'm in an open polyamorous marriage - my wife knows about this side of me, and approves.
Gave up on tumblr after three deleted blogs in 2020, so here I am.
Messages and asks are open, I never share pictures that I receive, I love to chat. And since the messaging here sucks balls, I'm on discord disgustingoldman#3093 and Snapchat - lancashirebloke. Also on session but posting it here messes up the page formatting so ask nicely for it if you want it.
Looking to find the right kind of girl to spend time with, do icky things, and help her find her place in the world. Message me if you're interested in exploring what we could do together, preferably in person but online can be lots of fun too.
Chasing the Orgasm
(Looking through an old laptop, I finally found the text for you good girls to edge to. And you can hear me reading the story here.)
Very good. Deeper and deeper. More and more aroused. And you may find, as you get more aroused, feeling sexier and sexier, your clit is itching and tingling in that very special way. And it's the most natural thing in the world for your hand to move between your legs to take care of that very special itch.
It's OK. As you go still deeper and feel sexier rub your clit, feeling that special feeling like an itch, like a tickle. And the feeling gets stronger, the need gets greater, and it feels so very good to keep rubbing. You can't stop now. It feels so good. The only thing that can end this is an orgasm.
But let me tell you a story while you rub yourself, getting more and more excited, feeling better and better.
About Achilles and the tortoise.
Achilles, the mightiest and fastest warrior in Greece is racing the tortoise. But because Achilles is so fast, the tortoise gets a head start. Fifty yards ahead.
Keep rubbing. Feeling better and better. Because the more you rub, the faster Achilles runs. And when he catches the tortoise, you'll get to have a delicious, fulfilling orgasm.
And here's the thing. In the time Achilles sprints the fifty yards, the tortoise moves ahead one yard. Remember - when Achilles catches the tortoise, you'll catch the orgasm. You'll get to cum.
But he hasn't caught up yet. Because it feels so very good to keep rubbing, because you want to catch the orgasm so very much, and when Achilles has run that final yard, the tortoise has moved a few inches.
You're just a few inches away from a compelling, powerful orgasm. You're almost there. So very close. The need growing stronger, so keep rubbing yourself. Over and over again.
It's the same thing - catching up to where the orgasm was, but it's moved just a little bit further ahead. You're always getting closer the to release you desperately crave with every fibre of your being. And the closer you get, the more aroused and excited you get, but you're coming to realise that no matter how close you get to it, your orgasm is always going to be a little bit ahead of you.
But it's so close. The pleasure is so intense that you have to keep chasing that frustratingly elusive orgasm, even though you're become more and more sure that you'll never actually catch up to it and cum.
And you won't.
Not until I say you will.