I also think the panting helps to quiet the need I feel to force an orgasm, something I find only keeps me from having one. Neither Sarah nor I were conscious of our panting prior to that night, I suppose we were lucky enough to just have it happen. No that is not true with me, a lover, I’ve told you about him, Shawn, forced it on me, he just wouldn’t stop. An amazing man, he had magic fingers, and he gave oral as good as any woman I’ve been with. Oh my god I just admitted a man can give oral as good as a woman, I’ll just add not many.
I don’t really know what magic Shawn possessed but I’d do just about anything he asked, maybe because he gave me so much more then I knew was possible. I’m sure part of it was something inside of me, I could let completely go with him. I always felt that was do to the already forbidden nature of our relationship. I guess you could say the good girl, although not real good, found the bad girl inside of her.
Getting off the subject again. I’ve often wondered what Casanova had that made him so desirable to us. Even by his own account he wasn’t a overly handsome man, average at best. I’m sure he had to be like Shawn, a marvelous lover, one who knew the importance of giving, considering his needs secondary to our own. There had to be more, something that would attract you to him, just as I, I’m sure many other women, was attracted to Shawn. Did we instinctively know that making love to him would be so amazing, maybe for some a once in a live time happening, or was it his confidence, his knowing where he could take us that made him so tempting.
I sit here thinking about Shawn, I see his face, I can feel his touch, I can almost smell him, but why was I so attracted to him. He surely had personality, but it was more then that, it was a knowing, I didn’t know good sex but somehow I knew that with Shawn, I would learn great sex. WHY?????
Oh my god, I lost track again. I did do some thinking about the panting, and I do remember panting around a few men’s penises when we were making love. There was no way I was going to suck anything at that point, I just had to pant. I’m not so sure they weren’t at some risk at those times, the last thing on my mind was what was in my mouth.
Betty later describes the use of a vibrator and how intense her orgasm were. I think if anything it was the vibrator that made me reach my full potential, but not alone by myself with a partner, I give up to soon. Contrary to what some say, that does not diminish your ability to have orgasms with a partner without the use of a vibrator. Sarah can and does, as other lovers have, give me all I need with her tongue. It’s just sometimes I love toys. Toys add a certain intensity level to the end of our love making. At times one or both of us want that something extra, and our love making can get very intense, sometimes more then our tongues and mouths can stand. Using the right toys, in a way that extends those orgasms is in my opinion extraordinary.
Here’s how I describe the scene of a woman’s first experience with multiple orgasms from a recent story. Of course her first experience was with another woman, so what if I write with a bit of a female prejudice. It doesn’t do those feelings and intensity justice. I did steal the idea of the one lover telling the other to pant from Betty, I felt that if only one woman read my story and tried, it would be worth every word.
"Half in a daze I looked up. Julie was standing naked next to the lounge. Smiling she took my hand in hers leading me into the pool, where we kissed and caressed for what seemed like hours but in reality was only minutes. Then leading me back to the lounge she proceeded to make love to me, slowly, tenderly, giving attention to all of my body. Making love like that was so unbelievable, nothing rushed, nothing left wanting. When her tongue finally reached my pussy I was ready to explode, when she gently sucked my clitoris into her mouth I did explode, in the most marvelous orgasm I’d ever had.
Her tongue continued to play masterfully upon my clitoris but the feeling was just to intense, my clitoris so sensitive it was painful. As I tried to push Julie away, she looked up at me and said "start panting just like your having a baby". I’d never had a baby but I had prepared myself, I knew how to breath. It sounded so stupid, but I did as she told me, within seconds I was past the point of painful over stimulation and on the verge of yet another orgasm. When the next orgasm hit it was must stronger, sending waves of pleasure through out my body. As it subsided I again got past my need to stop by panting, again with the same results, I was building to yet another orgasm. This time it seemed stronger, maybe not stronger but I could sense I was building to something different. When the next orgasm hit it was unbelievable. It seemed to start in my fingers and toes then rush inward to my pelvis from there my whole body shook with spasms, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I suppose from then on I never stopped panting as one orgasm after another rushed over took me. I was in ecstasy, the only way to describe it is orgasmic ecstasy. I’d never been very vocal during sex, maybe a few unintelligible sounds, but I now was screaming. Of course mostly unintelligible sounds but I remember panting ‘oh god’ over and over and over again."
I do repeat "oh god, oh god", over and over again. I guess to thank her for making me in such a way that I can experience so much pleasure, so many orgasms, so close together.
The author I mentioned earlier, described multiple orgasms as serial, thinking this was a better term then multiple. I for one tend to agree, each orgasms is distinct from the last, each need it’s own build up. Although not completely, it isn’t like starting over again, it’s like your back on the edge of that plateau waiting to go over the edge. The time between seems to vary for no apparent reason, but it does. The intensity of each varies to, it isn’t really a progression from little to big, at least not most of the time, not for me, although Sarah’s tend to build that way. The way I wrote about the experience in my story would fit Sarah more then it does me.
A bonus for both Sarah and I is that at the end, the orgasms are all massive, without much time in-between. I think that would be true for anyone who can keep going working though the intensity of the experience. There does come a point you feel you just have to stop, exhaustion as much as sensitivity. But if you really want more, at times I do, and you have an understanding partner, it doesn’t take much time to recover and be back on the edge of that plateau again. Don’t just stop and rest or you well then need to start over, we do continue making love, maybe those are the most tender times for us, kissing, touching but most of all tender loving words. I don’t know about anyone else other then Sarah and I, I’ve never talked about it with anyone else.
One thing I disagree with Betty Dodsom, Ph.D. on is she seems to think four or five orgasms are typical, I have more then that, sometimes many more, so does Sarah, maybe we’re greedy. Betty claims the women who say they have more are counting contraction. I know the difference between a orgastic contraction and a whole orgasm, so she is wrong. Perhaps the difference is I have a partner, I rarely go beyond four or five when I masturbate, truth is one is usually all I want.
Now if I’m masturbating for a lover that is a different matter. I learned the joy of masturbating for a lover a long time ago. Another thing Shawn taught me. I learned the lust part of it, riding down Interstate 80, in the good old state of Iowa. The wickedly, stimulating, carnal lust of being watched by strangers, mainly truckers, they have the best view. So what if I’m a bit wicked, I just love it. |
