Reflections on the Orgasm

It’s been less than a week since my wife and I had PIV sex, so I was surprised last night when she told me to take my cage off and to take a pill so I would be ready for this morning. Our last PIV was five weeks ago and I’m more or less accustomed to our sexual rhythms being wildly apart. I love being sexually intimate with her when she permits me to bring her to orgasm, with me straining against my cage, and I’ve come to (usually) accept that she doesn’t want that nearly as often as I want to give it to her. So, yeah, I was surprised. I woke before her this morning, as usual, but this morning uncaged as I snuggled against her. I was hard and as I brushed along her flanks I realized that my focus was on … having an orgasm. It’s such a ‘manly’ thing to want but I know myself well enough now to accept that being in the cage is a real reward. It’s really difficult for me to give her the focus I want to give her when I’m out of the cage. My own O seems like the most important thing in the world when I’m uncaged but when I do come it lasts for such a short time when compared to the pleasures of extended, horny desire.