First, the anticipation. The delicious knowledge of what is waiting.

This is what makes me start to

breathe a little heavier and start to writhe, ever-so-slightly. Just the mere expectation of the orgasm
raises my heart rate, widens my eyes and causes me graze my teeth across my lips.
Next comes the actual physical contact, the brush of the fingers across my nipples, the soft pinch
turning to a hard bite; exquisite pain sending electricity straight to my clit. The slow writhe becomes
an arched back, the sense of expectation increases, the greed for the explosion intensifies.
Then comes the tongue, slowly tracing a path to my cunt, flickering across my clit, circling, dipping
into the warm, wet opening, again, again, harder, faster, deeper.
My breathing becomes erratic, an uncontrollable moaning escapes my lips, my heart beats faster,
faster, faster. I push my clit up against the hot tongue, I tense every inch of my body, my legs
straighten, my eyes close, I hold my breath and then, and then
Lightening bolts shoot through me, so powerful I can almost see them: I CAN see them, white
flashes before my closed eyes, as my back arches violently up, my shoulders back, the name of God
on my lips in a cry of joy, and pleasure, and release. My cunt tightens and relaxes, again and again,
as the waves of sheer energy crash through me; energising yet depleting, each wave bringing me
down both mentally and physically, until I slump, exuberant yet exhausted. I have no control over my
face: my eyes remain half shut, my mouth curved into a feline grin; words of nonsense spilling from
my mouth, or sometimes silence but for the panting. I feel as if I have finally relaxed after being
wound tight. I feel feminine and feline and ready for sleep.

It starts with pressure inside of me, a pressure of fiction, an awareness of movement in and out of
me.
Then I begin to tighten into the pressure. I can do this at whim, but more often than not, it just
happens. When I am short on time, know this is a quickie, or am tired, I can tighten, making me
come closer to the sensation faster. When I want a slow buildup, I just allow it to naturally happen,
enjoy the other sensations besides the focusing on clamping down into it.
But my orgasm gets going when I tighten around whatever is inside of me, increasing the pressure,
not a consistent tighten, more like a gripping and releasing of muscles(my lover will feel this). My
body grows taunt due to this tightening. I begin breathing heavier. My mind empties of thoughts. In
and out, pressure on certain places, like the g-spot, deep inside, at my entrance; or held pressure in
one spot that is almost so overwhelming I want it slid against rather than held against.
All my thoughts, all my concentration, is on my muscles, on feeling the pressure build, of the gripping
and releasing. I feel drawn, almost leaning my body into my groin. My stomach clenches down, my
whole body becomes tense. The clenching around becomes more intense, the coming and going of
pleasure building, the waves of pleasure building higher and higher, crashing faster and faster.
It is not a letting go, unless of cohesive thoughts. It is an absolute building of pressure that is
pleasant nerve endings being vibrated, thronged deeper and longer, spreading from inside my
crotch, my lower belly, gripping tightly, spreading suddenly as if heat of a wildfire, moving up my
torso and down my thighs at the same time, making me catch my breath, rending my limbs tense
and immobile trying to clutch at anything (my toes may curl painfully at this point of clutching), my
breath catching (sometimes too long), my head spinning, my thoughts completely blacking out. It is a
force burning throughout my entire body, clutching it so tightly, making it rigid, flushing out even to
my skin. An awareness of every muscle, a pressure so hard in my core it is pleasure so focused, a
tingling sensation that doesnt lower or stop.
It is quick, but it leaves me weak with its force. The tingling begins to actually represent tingling, with
the skin overly sensitive, my limbs tremble, I remember to breathe, my head is still slowly spinning,
my thoughts seem so distant, as if I am far away from my body, amazed at the power of my orgasm.
My body is aware of how tense it is, my sex completely lets go of what is inside of me as if taking a
deep breath and releasing it, my body and limbs heavy, my chest heaving from erratic breathing, my
throat raw either from screaming with the force (which allows a deeper orgasm) or from the effort in
suppressing any noise (a weaker orgasm as it requires me to focus on a place other than my
pleasure).
I feel like I am sinking, my thoughts lazily floating back into my head, my body relaxing after its fierce
control. I become aware of my lover again; or toy or fingers are removed. If my breathing was held, I
may see black spots blurring my vision. My head may hurt, a throbbing headache, if I held my
breath. This is the point where I become aware of my toes if they curled, as I try to painfully stretch
them. My fingertips may have been too clenched into my lovers skin, and just now feel the muscles
protesting. I may become of raw skin that I scratched in my clenching (I will sometimes clamp nails
into my thighs or calves if I am holding them up). My stomach may be sore, feeling as if I did too
many crunches or sit ups. My heart hammers inside my ribcage, thunders in my ear.
If is a strong orgasm, regardless of movement inside of me, I may still feel my muscles clenching
inside still, gripping and releasing, shuddering, giving lapses of pleasure still, echoing throughout my
body but not causing that tenseness, just a brief flutter of pleasant nerves being surged through,
slowly until they dwindle to nothing. I call them aftershocks (as they mimic an earthquakes to me).
Or if movement/stimulation is still there, the clenching follows the pattern of movement, gripping
inside of me, releasing, quicker than the first time, with more intensity, until I clench around it tightly,
my body reacting far quicker, the wave of pleasure rising far higher and crashing more violently than
the first time, and another orgasm grips me.
A following orgasm; feeling just like the first, but more intense, spasms rippling through me. I
become dizzy far easier, and more likely to hold my breath. Control over my noises is less likely after
the first orgasm. I am less in control of it happening or the speed in which it happens.
I am capable of multiple orgasms. I have not tested nor counted how many I can achieve in one
session, though I am sure the number is more than five that I have accomplished. It leaves me
weary, shaken, depleted, incapable of sound thinking, my nerve endings so sensitive to touch of
different textures. I am aware of the softness of sheets, the sheen on my skin, the air flowing across,
the crispness of a sting of a spank of my ass, the burning of any skin been marked too roughly, the
imprint of where pressure used to be, the chill and the heat of objects around me.
I am easier to get to orgasm from touches other than penetration, as my muscles inside my sex are
far easier to tighten and clench, and need nothing to clench around to begin that cycle of spreading
pleasure. If I orgasm from clitoral stimulation, it begins in my clit, sliding, the pressure dances in time
to my sex, pumping the pressure of pleasure from groin outward again. If I orgasm from my nipples,
they are often pinched hard, the pinching becomes a focused pain of pleasure, it travels and tugs to
my groin, which clenches tight down echoing the pressure on my nipples, so tight that my body
comes again.
Oh no, I had to have a wank AND some sexy time with a lady in order to provide a full evaluation.
And to think my mum used to say I was lazy. (For the avoidance of doubt, she wasnt involved in this
experiment in any way)
Firstly, there are different feelings for coming in different circumstances. So it feels different if I come
inside either a cunt, a mouth or, erm, externally. Its also different when wanking. Which is also
different to being wanked. They are all similar, but slightly different.
Generally, there is an extremely pleasant warmth that starts around my balls and (and Im not too
sure how to describe this) the root of my cock. By root I mean that a cock isnt blu-tacked onto that
bit of your stomach 6 inches or so below the belly button. It goes further in to your body to the pit of
the stomach. The warmth spreads, but not too far, and at the point where I am about to come it kind
of becomes all encompassing.
This is when brain function ceases. I try really hard to focus on who Im with, if Im with someone, but
my brain doesnt let me.
Then, at the point of ejaculation, my whole body becomes more sensitive and the warmth turns into
a heat. There is a bubbling sensation in my balls, and a tingling down my shaft. Or up my shaft, Im
not sure which. It feels like being tickled internally by a tiny oompah loompah living in my ball sack.
Thats when it goes a bit slow motion and I can feel the come rising up through the shaft. When I
know I am about to come the head of my cock becomes mega sensitive. At this point I desperately
want to thrust. Getting a blow job, I have to really concentrate so as not to shove the blooming thing
down the poor girls throat!
More often than not, Im a two or three squirt, then a bit of a dribble, then a few more drops. As Im
ejaculating there is a very pleasant heat, almost a burning (I wonder if I need a doctor) sensation in
the head of my cock.
For a few minutes after, the head of my cock is extremely sensitive, and I have to pull out of
whatever Im in, whether its a mouth or a cunt. A cunt, I could just about stand cos I can keep still,
but if Im in a mouth and the frisky little minx is still sucking and licking, its almost too much to take.
As I mentioned, there are different feeling for different types of orgasm. Coming inside a cunt is the
best and the worst at the same time. Inside the cunt you have the warmth all around the cock. I can
do my final thrust with no fear of choking the lady. And best of all, because the cunt wraps so tightly
round me, the actual ejaculation is slowed down. Maybe its because of the pressure? Or something.
So I have to squeeze and clench to get the come out. My come then adds to the warmth inside her,
so its sometimes nice to stay inside and let the feelings subside.
Its also the worst because I like to see me coming. Inside a cunt is all feeling with no visual stimuli.
When i say worst, its still frickin awesome.
Coming in her mouth is all the best bits of coming inside a cunt, but with the added pleasure of
seeing my cock twitch as I clench. And its quite intense to see a woman with my cock in her mouth,
and knowing what Im doing inside her mouth.
Wanking, and being wanked is similar but I think its the mental side thats different. On my own, its
into tissue, with her its onto her breasts or stomach or thighs. Or my stomach and thighs.
My ideal, and I dont know what this says about me so perhaps you could tell me, is half the spurts
into her mouth, then pull out slightly and see the rest coming out.
To summarise, there is a warmth, a tingling, a heat all followed by the ejaculation.
Followed by a grin.