Monday, February 27, 2006
The Best Orgasm Ever
What IS the best orgasm ever? I like to pester friends with this question, because I think the answer can change over time and space. Over genders too. And depending if you have a partner or not. Or maybe two or three or a room full.
For me the perfect orgasm probably includes a touch of the extraordinary. Something from out of the blue.
One of my more spectacular "Big O's" occurred shortly after I first got to Berkeley. I was seriously identified as a dyke by now, but every now and then I would get a yen to have a good swift poke with a male person.
So one day I answered a guy's personal ad in the Berkeley Barb free press, we met for coffee, we decided we could deal with each other. We went back to his residential hotel and proceeded to fuck ourselves silly.
This was only the second man I had been with, and I knew going in that this was going to be a much more rewarding experience than the first time.
Condoms? What's that? I knew it was a good time of the month for me, so away we went. Life was simple back then. We didn't even worry about diseases.
My guy was a banker, with neatly trimmed blond hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He was horny as hell and I could sense he would come sooner rather than later. I could feel him come inside of me, and even though he tried to stay in he was starting to slip away from me.
Just as he escaped, I started to come. The effect was so startling it knocked out everything else in the room for me. Suddenly I could feel my muscles closing around on...nothing. Just gripping the air inside my body. It was mindboggling, because there was no resistance being offered, there was no penis there for my muscles to engage around.
It was one of the strangest, most unique orgasms I have ever had. My banker and I had sex two more times that night, and I came both of those times too. But for some reason, that first one was the real charm, the thing I remember about that night.
All those muscles contracting, of their own accord, in a space all their own.
But good orgasms weren't going to be enough to keep me around if the guy wanted to start getting cosier with me. Like this one did. He wanted to start dating, and that's when I said bye bye.
I don't even remember his name, and yet he provided me with one of the more intense sexual experiences of my life.
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For me the perfect orgasm probably includes a touch of the extraordinary. Something from out of the blue.
One of my more spectacular "Big O's" occurred shortly after I first got to Berkeley. I was seriously identified as a dyke by now, but every now and then I would get a yen to have a good swift poke with a male person.
So one day I answered a guy's personal ad in the Berkeley Barb free press, we met for coffee, we decided we could deal with each other. We went back to his residential hotel and proceeded to fuck ourselves silly.
This was only the second man I had been with, and I knew going in that this was going to be a much more rewarding experience than the first time.
Condoms? What's that? I knew it was a good time of the month for me, so away we went. Life was simple back then. We didn't even worry about diseases.
My guy was a banker, with neatly trimmed blond hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He was horny as hell and I could sense he would come sooner rather than later. I could feel him come inside of me, and even though he tried to stay in he was starting to slip away from me.
Just as he escaped, I started to come. The effect was so startling it knocked out everything else in the room for me. Suddenly I could feel my muscles closing around on...nothing. Just gripping the air inside my body. It was mindboggling, because there was no resistance being offered, there was no penis there for my muscles to engage around.
It was one of the strangest, most unique orgasms I have ever had. My banker and I had sex two more times that night, and I came both of those times too. But for some reason, that first one was the real charm, the thing I remember about that night.
All those muscles contracting, of their own accord, in a space all their own.
But good orgasms weren't going to be enough to keep me around if the guy wanted to start getting cosier with me. Like this one did. He wanted to start dating, and that's when I said bye bye.
I don't even remember his name, and yet he provided me with one of the more intense sexual experiences of my life.
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