I edged my fwb until he was completely empty and then rode him for myself and I'm never going back to normal sex

okay so I need to talk about something I tried a few weeks ago because I've been thinking about it constantly and I feel like not enough girls know this is an option.

I'd read about broken orgasms, the concept of bringing a guy right to the edge repeatedly without letting him finish, which apparently causes him to leak and drain gradually, and when he's finally empty you climb on and he can last basically forever because there's nothing left to come with. I filed it away for a while and then one evening with my fwb I decided to just try it.

I told him I was going to be in charge tonight and he needed to do exactly what I said and he agreed immediately because of course he did.

I started with my hand, slow and easy, getting him hard, and then built the pace up until I could feel him getting close, that specific tension in him, his breathing changing, his cock getting harder and starting to leak pre-cum at the tip. right at the edge I stopped completely. just let go. he made this absolutely desperate sound and his hips pushed up into nothing and I watched his cock twitch and a small bead of cum leaked out without him properly finishing and he groaned like I'd done something terrible to him.

I waited. let him come back down. started again.

the second time I used my mouth, slow at first, taking my time, and brought him right back up to that same edge and stopped again, squeezing the base of his cock firmly while he cursed and grabbed the sheets and leaked again, more this time, his body trying to finish what I wouldn't let it complete. I could feel how desperate he was, cock twitching against my palm, and I was genuinely soaked from just being in that much control of him. something about watching him fall apart while I decided everything that was happening did things to me I wasn't expecting.

I did this four times.

by the fourth edge he was practically begging, actual words, please, I need to, please just let me, hips rolling up trying to find friction I kept taking away, cock flushed and leaking steadily now, not fully coming but losing it slowly every time I brought him to the edge and pulled back. he was a mess. completely incoherent. I'd never seen him like that and we'd been doing this for months.

when I decided he was done I climbed on top of him and sank down and the difference was immediately obvious. normally there's this urgency to him, that building momentum toward finishing. this time there was just... endurance. he fucked up into me with everything he had and kept going and kept going and I came the first time maybe ten minutes in and he just kept going, hands on my hips, watching my face, present in a way that usually gets interrupted by him finishing.

I came three times. three full orgasms, one after the other, and he was still hard underneath me and I was shaking and done and had to physically stop because my legs gave out.

when he finally came it was quieter than usual, like his body had already given most of it up during the edging, but the look on his face was something I'm still thinking about. completely wrecked, totally satisfied, slightly confused about what had just happened to him.

he asked me afterward what I'd done to him.

I said I'd read something interesting and wanted to try it.

he said we were doing that again.

I said yeah, we are, but next time I'm going longer.