Quick take: I absolutely adored them! Zero sensation. Could have kept going all night.
The longer tale:snail: A while ago, my fascination with orgasm denial led me to these forums and the talk about Lanacane or similar topical numbing gels. Pumpkin wasn’t entirely keen on having so much material inside her. I can understand why; I wouldn’t blame her for that. The other day at the local pharmacy, I spotted some Trojan Extended Pleasure condoms. To be truthful, ever since we married and she started birth control pills, my understanding of condom tech has… drifted a bit. Still, I grabbed a pack and chuckled on the trip home. Last Saturday night was finally the moment to try one out. I’d been locked up for roughly 10 days without an orgasm (don’t know exactly when), so I was eager. Pumpkin brought out her new vibrator (which we jokingly called Tyrone). She let me help with Tyrone until she hit a good number of orgasms. Only then did the cage open for me. I was as needy as a teen at prom. I slid on one of those Extended Pleasure condoms and began my journey to bliss. Except, I couldn’t feel anything. It wasn’t just that “you have 3mm of latex over your cock” sensation where you still know what’s happening. No, this felt like nothing was there at all. My penis knew its place; it had the awareness. Even with standard condoms, some touch registers here. With these ones? Just heat and that familiar sinking feeling in my gut: no release for me. Pumpkin peaked again and shoved me off her. I tore the condom off, and she gave a manual stroke over it. Whatever numbing agent was inside must have worked well because absolutely nothing registered. Unfortunately, she got bored and shoved me back into confinement. It nearly brought tears to my eyes! Don’t you cry for me Argentina; Sunday would bring release (and orgasm). Not sure what your thoughts are on condoms generally, but that’s the verdict I’m sticking with. Unless Pumpkin tells me otherwise. Wow, this went off track…