The Divine Orgasm

I’ve been reading up on orgasms over at wiki and I find the whole process fascinating.

I find that the orgasms I have with my husband are different than the orgasms I have when I’m masturbating. I mean, I have some pretty intense orgasms with my husband, but it’s completely different on my own.

They are more intense, more heated, more pulling-of-your-butt-muscles clenching. I also find that I only squirt when there’s g-spot stimulation involved.

I usually like lots of vaginal, clitoral and anal stimulation (stainless steel butt plug anyone?) and that’s good for some fully body orgasms. The more stimulation, the more intense the orgasm. I blame that on my inner hedonist. MORE PLEASURE!

Lately, though, I’ve only been stimulating my clit and the orgasms have bee so intense. I’ve been able to prolong the lead up to the actual climax. Normally I cum in under half a minute, including the lead up and actual orgasm. However, the last couple of times I’ve masturbated, I’ve been able to prolong it to 5, once even 10 minutes. It makes the orgasm feel so much more  acute.

Sexciting, no?

I’ve been looking into some kama sutra books, but I’m not interested in the North Americanized ones. The ones that are simplified and don’t cover the spirituality part of the sex. I don’t want a ‘positions’ book, I want an everything book. I want the kama sutra that explains why you do the positions, how you honour your partner and deity and connect with the divine through orgasm.

What could be more spiritual than having an orgasm? You go to a different place, a different head space. It’s kind of like meditating, only it feels way more incredible. You connect with the divine (whatever that may be to you) and you bliss out. I can’t believe I missed out on it for so long.

I love feeling that first flush of heat. I love feeling it as it spreads to my cheeks, tinting them with a rosy glow, as it travels down to my fingertips. I love the build up of sensation, the sensation that ends up overpowering and overwhelming your mind until it blows past all reason. That moment is when you when you truly connect to the divine.

Ah, orgasm. The final release. La petite mort.

 

 

Furiously Fucked

My husband just furiously fucked me. I crawled, naked, into bed with him to take a nap. Before I had even laid down he whispered, barely audible, “I’m going to fuck you now.” Such a simple phrase, yet it had my blood boiling. Before I had time to respond, he was on top of me, thrusting his beautiful cock inside me. He pounded into me and it felt divine. He kissed me passionately, which opened my heart to him because we don’t kiss like that as often as I would like.

He fucked me with a furious passion and right as I was about to climax, he pulled out and buried his face between my thighs. I came all over his face. A couple of times. Then he came up and kissed me, “taste yourself,” he said. I actually enjoyed it. The smell and taste of sex completes the experience.

Afterwards, we went to take a shower. Usually he’ll start the shower while I brush my teeth but today he stood behind me and caressed me. It was raw and sensual the way he rubbed my thighs, ass and hips with the taste of mint in my mouth and his cum dribbling down my leg.  He kissed me deeply again and again.

“I really love it when you kiss me like that,” I told him, in hopes that he would do it more often. He responded by kissing me again.

After some pretty intense kissing, he quickly cleaned himself and got out of the shower. I lingered there, enjoying the hot water cascading down my body. I took the shower head down and changed the setting to something stronger. I masturbated with it and I thought about The Man Who Is Not My Husband. I got as far as grabbing his thick, dark hair and pulling him in for a kiss before I came. Sometimes I’m really glad I’m not a guy because I would suffer from the worst form of premature ejaculation. I fast forwarded the fantasy and thought about him in mid-thrust, head back, grunting. I came again, harder than the first time. I moaned loudly too. I love the acoustics in the shower and I really like the way I sound when I cum.

When I walked into the bedroom, my husband was sprawled on top of the sheets, legs open, balls out, arms over his head, asleep. Glorious in his nudity, I love watching him sleep like that. Someone should make a statue of him in that pose.

Suddenly I’m tired and feel the need for a nap. I feel the need to curl my body up next to my warm husband’s and enjoy the heat and love that emanates from him.