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replete  Someone once asked me to describe an orgasm. It was an interesting exercise. I could say that no two orgasms are alike and in a way that would be almost true. But there are physiological similarities despite the environmental, mental and emotional circumstances so that was sort of a cop out. The most difficult part of the exercise wasn’t really the idea of it but the actual recall. And that is where women who have orgasms and women who fake orgasms differ. If a woman can perfectly describe her orgasm to you………she doesn’t have them. If she fumbles around a lot with the words and the feelings and then kind of bleeds off into nothing, then she likely does. It’s impossible to describe something perfectly when you’ve gone outside yourself and are in place where words aren’t substantive any longer. Where the body has taken over and language in its most useful form has ceased to exist. Where the sounds that you make are primitive and natural but not words per se. Some may sound like words but those that speak in tongue may also sound like they are using words……and they aren’t.... or at least not in words one might recognize. The first time I remember hearing myself make those noises, I startled and came back to reality. I didn’t orgasm but faked it nicely and vowed never to question my body like that again. It’s rather like letting go in meditation - it works only if you don’t suddenly say to yourself, oh look, I’ve let go. Smiles. If you do, wham, you are right back to finding yourself twisted in a lotus sitting on your living room floor. I know a lot of people are into tantric…..i never really had to go there and it seems like a lot of work to me and sort of rigid. The body knows what it wants if we can just give it sway. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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in the movie when Harry met Sally, it was done in a restaurant
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What a wonderful surprise to check your blog and find you active again! You know how much I try to put the experience of orgasm into words. Even though it's ineffable. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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I wrote a post a while back asking people to do just that. I thought they delivered pretty well. I wasn't very well able to do it myself and it occurred to me that I'm a member of the perfect club to ask just exactly that question- what does it feel like. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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The best description I can come up with is, addictive. Yes, I would like another...and another...and another.
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I'm laughing about the sounds...I hear myself on occasion and think - what the fuck is that? Where are those sounds coming from? Luckily, it's a fleeting thought that is easily distracted by the physical pleasure and doesn't pull me out of things. I also do this thing where my body shakes. I used to think both the shaking and the sounds were super weird (not weird enough to stop doing them - as if I have control like that - but I suppose I could have stopped the orgasms entirely). Then I saw others who did similar and I thought - fuck that's hot - and that stopped my worry. God bless orgasms and weirdness and sounds and flailing bodies and everything else that goes with it. xoxo Always tell the truth Use kind words Keep your promises Giggle and laugh Be positive Love one another Always be grateful Forgiveness is mandatory Try new things Say please and thank you Say your prayers Smile ~Author unknown
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6/19/2016 11:22 am |
I find that is true with both my body and my lovers that there are moments where we are having fun and in control and other moments when we lose control. Although it's good to have those moments were you can reflect on the acts your engaging in, it's really great when you just let your body go wild. Even better, it's great when your body goes wild without your willpower even having a chance to put in a say. QuietMan
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My girlfriend from nursing school assumed she was having orgasms...until she and her then boyfriend came to visit me the summer we graduated. They stayed at our house, where I lived with my mother and sisters. She had her first "real" orgasm that night. She didn't know if it was because the bedroom door didn't shut tight, or the excitement of being allowed to spend the night with her boyfriend, but it had some effect on her.
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