Orgasmic Trajectories Join

As the dimensions of my sexual response are coming together and intertwining I find myself thinking a lot about the nature of my sexual response. So it was earlier this week on my drive home from a meeting that I was at two hours away from home. I had plenty of time to ponder on the complexity of my experience of erotic bliss. The inspiration was an intimate liaison J and I had the night before.

As a guy I am biologically programmed to see erotic pleasure as an external thing focused on my cock. My psyche is hard wired to experience pleasure as a joined visual and physical event, in both visual and physical perspectives my sexual pleasure is experienced outside of my body. The sight of J alluringly nude, sensually exposed, illicits an immediate visceral response; my cock will harden and lengthen and the welcomed erotically warm desperate itch of arousal caresses my cock and tugs on it.

As arousal tugs on my cock it fills it with the tingling urge to cum; visual pleasure evokes physical pleasure. That physical pleasure is centered pretty much on my cock. When J and I fuck, my pleasure from orgasm is generally focused on my cock (outside my body) as it wallows in the warm wet caress of her pussy, as it sucks the cum from my pulsing cockhead.

However in MMO, the table is turned. The external experiences of pleasure are secondary to the internal erotic pleasure. In this new erotic paradigm that I have adopted I assume a much more feminine role. In MMO and anal pleasure I experience orgasmic pleasure internally and my senses of touch and intimacy are engaged to a much higher level than they are when my visual arousal culminates in a wet orgasm. It is a shift from proactive, visual, cock centered pleasure to passive, mental internal pleasure. In essence a paradigm shift from the male experience of sexual pleasure to a female experience.

This paradigm shift was profoundly unsettling when it first happened; it took me a while to come to grips with it. It caused the schism in my sexual response. My male based sexual experience of sex seemed to be incompatible with my female based experience of sex. Slowly however the differences are reconciling as the two components of my sex life are melding into one.

The erotic inspiration for the mental meandering on my drive home was a very unusually and intimate interaction with J the morning before; that intimate interaction with J drove home the power of my internal “feminine” experience of sexual pleasure as contrasted with my male perception of pleasure. That interaction was so sensually moving that it resonated with me for a day afterwards, it turned my psyche on its head and it inspired this entry.

The previous night J and I fell asleep in each others arms. I was profoundly moved by the intimacy and the sensuality of being together. It was one of those moments where my mentally connection to her was in synergy with the physical touch of her. I was exhausted from the long day I had; waking up at 4 AM to do a session was not in the cards that morning. I was working home that day so I was in no hurry to get up.

At 7 AM when I finally stirred there was a warm breeze blowing in the room through the open window, the air smelled wonderful. The sky was overcast and gray; imparting a quiet lull to life on the street, the sleepy haze in my head was in harmony with the morning as it unfolded out the window. The curtains were wafting gently as the spring fragrances of cut grass, flowering trees and lush green landscape filled the room. I was awake, sort of but relaxed and sleepy at the same time. The bed was warm and the room was the same 70 degrees that the outside was.

I slid my arm underneath J and drew her to me, kissing her forehead as she snuggled against me. I was laying on my back. I am an inveterate cuddler. I love hugging. She felt so nice against me. I kept my head down on her forehead resting my lips on her skin, lingering in an extended kiss. She sighed and in moments was breathing deeply and slowly as she drifted back to sleep.

As I held her and savored the touch of her skin on my lips the touch of her soft warm skin, the scent of her and the atmosphere of the room began to exert its erotic influence on me. As I lay quietly drifting in the lush sensuality of the moment the aching pleasure of desire began to lap my anus. I became instantaneously engaged in the subtle sensation of sexual arousal and the tantalizing tingling that caused my anus to flutter gently. As I savored the sensation that was making my anus spasm quietly, I began to breathe deep and even breaths to fuel what I sensed was happening …… the unexpected launch of an unsolicited MMO. I relaxed and willed myself to let it happen as I continued to wallow in the warm feminine sexuality of this lovely creature in my arms.

I caressed J and put my cheek against her forehead as I sucked in the lusty air of spring deep into my lungs. In moments the spasms of my anus grew from subtle to profound; in their expansion they invaded my anal tract. The rippling convulsions of pleasure were now squeezing my prostate. I relaxed and kept myself calm, letting the warm sensations of pleasure continue to fill me as I held her. I cleared my mind and focused on the warm loving sensual woman in my arms. I inhaled the scent of her hair mixing it with the intoxicating aroma of spring outside our room. My prostate began to pulse gently, each pulse sending a vibration of ecstasy to echo in my pelvis.

As we lay there in peaceful relaxation I drank in her feminine sensuality. As my prostate began to transition from pulsing to convulsive pumping the rapture of her sexuality penetrated me and made the lush aching tension of growing arousal fill my pelvis. I somehow ceased to exist as her warm loving sensuality seemed to be invading my body and taking it over. As I breathed in, the cool air blew on the fire of my desire and made my prostate redouble its pleasurable pumping. Waves of ecstasy were now rolling in a regular rhythm up my anal tract and caressing my cock root as they triggered contractions of rapture to detonate inside me.

By then she was wide awake. With her fingers running through the hairs on my chest she quietly asked me if I was ok. My ragged breathing had betrayed me; she knew that something was happening. Between gripping spasms I managed to gasp to her that I was having MMO’s. That revelation sparked an intrigued “oh” in response.

She decided to contribute to the moment moving her hand a few inches over on my chest to tweak, flick my nipples. After a few minutes of divine stimulation she brought her fingertips to my oozing cock slit and gathered several warm drops of pre cum on her fingertips. She then brought her precum coated digit back up to my nipple and began to paint my nipple with my own passion; she massaged it with a sensually excruciating delicate touch and with taunting hesitation.

Each rotation around my nipple pushed me further and further into the lush and sensual abyss of unrelenting ecstasy. I lay there spellbound, entranced by a concerto of blissfully silent sensual music that washed back and forth in my pelvis, between my anus and my cock root.

The pumping pleasure can only be described as desperate bliss. In sine like waves the bliss grew and fell, peaking in crescendos of excruciating ecstasy. I struggled to lie still as these unbidden ripples of sexual euphoria consumed me. My anus was flexing rhythmically as my cock lurched in counter point.

After ten or fifteen minutes of this excruciatingly sweet torture she got up onto her hands and knees and settled herself between my legs. Parting my legs and raising them she told me to hold them up. Reaching for the bottle of lube in the nightstand she opened it as she delicately dribbled a little bit onto my anus and then dribbled an equivalent amount on her index finger.

My anus was still flexing gently as spasms of MMO rapture rippled in my anal canal. With the fingers of one hand she exposed my anus by pulling the skin around it taut. With the delicacy of a hummingbird she slipped her finger into my convulsing anus, sliding in effortlessly.

The sensation of penetration by her delicate finger was the most intensely erotic sensation I have ever experienced. My anus interrupted its cha cha of orgasmic spasms and resolutely gripped her finger, holding it locked in a convulsive spasm of orgasmic pleasure. As I held my knees up I passively surrendered my opening to her probing finger. The stroking penetration of her finger released waves of agonizing euphoria; the agonizing pleasure flooded into my anal canal in a torrent and sent ripples of white hot ecstasy through my body. Wave after wave of the most divine orgasmic sensation filled me and tugged on my cock as she stroked my pulsing prostate. Each delicate stroke of her finger caused my spasming gland to recoil in a convulsion of crushing orgasmic rapture.

As she fucked me with her finger she looked me in the eye and intoned the filthiest most loving sentiments. The verbal taunting and coaxing combined with the vulgarly erotic service to my spasming anus lowered the heavy weight of sexual rigor mortis on me. I could not move, all I could do was feel. I felt the silent high pitched penetration of her finger; it provoked sensations that defied description. The pleasure burned hot and numbed in its coldness, her finger felt ten times its size, and there was a ringing chiming echo to the sensation that vibrated its euphoria throughout my body. As she relentlessly fucked me with her finger the sensation of anal penetration and the resulting fireworks detonating inside my pelvis became so pleasurable it was almost unbearable. Yet she continued exhorting me to give her more and more. I shuddered and writhed as she drew more and more pleasurable sensation from me.

She wrapped her hands around my lurching semi erect cock. Gathering some of the precum on the pad of her thumb she gripped my shaft from underneath wrapping her hand fully around it; with erotic grace began to massage my frenular cleft with the tip of her thumb. Like a sculptress with a vision of elegant sensuality in her mind, she converted my semi erect cock to a stone hard work of sensual art in her hand.

As she stroked my prostate she drove me into such intense euphoria my body and brain seemed to be steaming and hissing as the sweat poured off my forehead. The simultaneous orgasmic spasms in my anal canal and the growing pleasure on my cock were testing my brain’s ability to experience pleasure.

Slowly I felt the pleasure in my rigid cock approaching the intensity of the pumping orgasms that had consumed my anus for the last 30 minutes. In my mind I saw the trajectory of the two sensations coming closer ….. and closer …. and closer, until they joined.

When they joined the agony was indescribable. I released my legs extending them flat on the bed. I arched my back as my legs trembled. Her finger was still deep inside of my asshole, I felt the first ejaculative spasm in my anus contract on her finger moments before I spewed. It released and then I felt another spasm that signaled my cum was on the move. Her finger deep inside up anus lay still as I spasmed on it. All at once I wanted her finger out of me but at the same time I craved it to be deeper.

She felt the imminent orgasm squeeze her finger too. As I groaned and thrust my pelvis up, she held fast to my cock shaft as she watched in anticipation.

I literally pissed a stream of cum in a long white rope high into the air. That initial rope was followed by another and another. The release brought profound relief to my cock but at the same time the pulsing of my anal canal continued with a hunger. It craved continued pleasure.

In that one explosive orgasm, the complexity of my sexual response was revealed to me. I felt the distinctly euphoric female internal orgasm that savored the ecstacy I felt and willed the sensation of more and then I experienced the explosively relieving pumping male orgasm that expressed external satisfaction. In essence I brought both parts of my orgasmic response together at the same time to savor them and relish the different euphoric sensations that characterize each one.

It is two days later and the collision of the trajectories of my sexual response is still so powerful, the memory of it causes my anus to tingle and my cock to harden.

Released from Her Orgasmic Spell

I wrote in an earlier entry how my two separate sex lives have come together to entwine in a complex tango of sexual intimacy, sensual experience and mindful emotions. The wall between the very solitary and intensely pleasurable sensation of MMO and its ability to turn my thoughts into molten sensuality and the highly emotional intimacy of fucking J or coaxing her pussy to convulse in orgasm with my tongue has broken down. Those two worlds now are twisted together like the strands of a rope. It is impossible to discern one from the other as I look down the rope.

I have also written many times about my sexuality being like a kaleidoscope. In MMO or in the sensual diversity of my sexual activity with J, each moment reveals an exquisitely mesmerizing sensation, profoundly moving emotion or a riveting pleasurable experience. Each day is a new experience; the magnetic pull of eroticism on my iron cock and the tender merciless song of sweet erotic rapture tantalizes my prostate and anus changes from one day to the next. In one moment it is the vision of J with her well worn jeans clinging to her derriere as she does simple things around the house, or the vision of a silky nightgown clinging to her breasts and outlining her nipples in elegant detail as it drapes over them. Yet other times it has been an image of a beautifully erect cock standing upright on a forum site or a video clip of a handsome hard penis erupting cum, its head swelling with each pump as the shaft lurches in cadence. Over the last few years each day was a surprise revealing some erotic vision that tantalized me and hung in my thoughts later that day as I suckled J’s clit or swam in a thick warm ocean of seemingly endless prostate orgasms.

The dance between the strands of my sexuality has indeed been a complex and wonderfully varied one. I have relished each step in the intricate choreography.

However a strange and wonderful thing has come over me in the last three weeks. I alluded to it in several entries. It is this magical erotic spell that J has cast over me. In the past intimacy between us has taken a back seat to MMO for me at times. There have been periods when the orgasm from fucking her seemed to lack the depth and pleasurable clarity of an MMO. Sure I bonded with her emotionally when her pussy sucked the cum from my cock as I lay in her arms, but the mind numbing pleasure of MMO seemed to coax me away from our intimacy. Yet these last three weeks the siren song of her sexuality has forced all MMO and homoerotic visions from my mind and it has stilled my craving for solitary anal pleasure. There were several nights in the last three weeks when I passed by and did not do a session. Even when I did an MMO session many of them were mediocre, lacking the sharply pleasurable resonance that makes me gasp as I quiver under the weight of MMO induced ecstasy.

This spell that J cast over me has had me drinking the pleasure from her trembling pussy lips as she gasps in the arms of orgasm. It has enabled her to suck my erotic mind into the depth of her pussy as her orgasming canal milks my cock and drains my balls of all my cum. It has been the intoxicating warmth of her mouth on my cockhead as she nursed from my cock spigot, coaxing the warm milk of my orgasm to fill her mouth and slake her erotic thirst.

It has been a wonderful three weeks of erotic rapture and cunt focused intense pleasure. Seemingly I could not get enough of her. So much so that MMO was pushed into the mezzanine to wait for a command performance. However MMO is a willful mistress. She cannot wait her turn with any level of patience. And as J innocently enticed me to drink pleasure from the warm well of her femininity or lured me to dip my cock into that well so that it might squeeze it sensually and force it to release its orgasmic secrets in the gushing whisper of ejaculation; so many time these last weeks the cum in me was sucked from me repeatedly, sapping me of orgasmic desire until her siren song awoke my arousal and made my cock regurgitate in bliss yet again.

But MMO is not only willful, she is cunning. Those of you who can have prostate orgasms will understand what I mean. MMO does not need a refractory period to fuel it for pleasure. In fact MMO thrives in me when the cum has been drained from me yet the inferno of my desire is still smoldering quietly.

So it was this week that J’s erotic spell on me reached its zenith. It is now Saturday morning, May 18th . Between last Sunday and yesterday I had 4 ejaculatory orgasms with her. Three were from impassioned and very hot extended love making sessions that lasted almost 2 hours each, these three times our mental connection and physical connection arose and intertwined just as our legs did. In the culmination of these sessions I pumped a steamy hot torrent of my creamy cocktail into her pussy as she trembled in ecstasy. I watched her face contort as the agony of exquisite pleasure twisted her pussy and made her mewl in the anguish of erotic euphoria. The foreplay to those rapturous climaxes consisted of me making teasing and languid love to her pussy with my mouth. I delivered her to the thresh hold of orgasm with delicate probing and stroking of her pussy opening with my tongue and the warm sucking tug of my lips and tongue on her lustfully aching clit. When I pierced her pussy with my hard flesh dagger she cried out in anguish as my penetration vanquished the craving ache that had control of her helpless pussy.

Thursday night her opening was chaffed, it could not sustain the aggressive sexual treatment of our younger years. So the evening in bed culminated with a languid and soulful ritual of her kneeling between my thighs and drawing the cum from deep inside of me with teasing lips and tongue, taunting my cockhead, daring it to spew my load in her mouth. When my orgasm succumbed to her will and released my steaming cream, she released my cockhead from her lips and sipped daintily from the warm stream of my lust as I pumped it desperately onto my belly. When is was done she kissed me with her cum coated lips.

So last night I slept soundly, my balls drained of desire; yet my prostate was warmed and ready to run like a marathoner in training. This was just the opening Miss MMO was looking for. So at 4:30 AM, a little more than 4 hours ago she woke me. She was not waiting for me to start a launch effort; she took control on her own. My anus was already spasming gently and ripples of tingling erotic pleasure were working deeply into my anus, lapping against my prostate which was already swollen in a crouched start poised to burst off the starting line in a race for pleasure.

I slid over to J and docked my iron hard cock in the warm caress of her derriere, nestling my cockhead against the warm kiss of her anus. I wrapped a hand around her and cradled her soft breast in my hand. She felt the gentle intrusion of my cockhead against her opening and my hand caressing her warm tit. Unlike in the past when she was unaware of my orgasmic exploitation as she slept, this time she was aware of my need and she silently acquiesced offering herself for my pleasure as she lay relaxed, sleepily drifting in and out of sleep as I lay quietly behind her letting the pleasure rush into my body. The sensual hands of MMO held my anus open allowing the bliss of anal pleasure to fill my body. As MMO took control of my anal canal, my prostate was overwhelmed with the welcome sensation of sensual MMO euphoria and began to make my anal tract spasm gently.

I breathed rapidly in time to the rhythm of the spasms that were now trumpeting up my anal canal with such elegant clarity and complex resonance, it took my breath away. The sharply reverberating ecstasy of orgasmic prostate pleasure was taking control of me. It began to contract and release my gland in a funky syncopated rhythm that sent waves of white hot ecstasy to my cock root and perineum. As they all danced an erotic cha cha, the resulting sensations chimed resoundingly in my pelvis and caused such excruciating sensations of rapture it was hard for me to breathe. However I persevered and continued to breathe underneath the orgasmic spasms, forcing them to rise higher and higher as if I was blowing an inflated balloon to keep it aloft.

I undocked from J and lay on my side. I was now fully engulfed in the orgasmic conflagration of Miss MMO. The orgasmic riot in my pelvis was making chills of erotic bliss run up my spine as my semi erect cock flopped and lurched in time to the silent music of the rapture that was playing deep in my anal canal. My anus was flexing hard and releasing with each new arpeggio that my prostate trilled. The pre cum was oozing from my cock in a stream. My nipples tingled; I teased them gently with my fingertips using them to taunt the MMO even more.

I breathed into the MMO taunting it brazenly, daring it to express itself in it’s full glory. With the fierce defiance of a willful child the MMO embraced the challenge of my taunting breaths and raised itself to incrementally higher levels of excruciating ecstasy. I tried to move as far away from J as I could as I did not want to scare her (thank god for king sized beds). My legs began to tremble as the pleasure became a deeply erotic ache that was driving up into my anus. As it penetrated my asshole it sent waves of indescribable euphoria throughout my body.

My breathing no longer controlled the MMO. It was a caged beast that had just been set free; I was at its mercy as it wandered and unapologetically exerted its will on my body and mind. I lay passively immobile, a sacrificial offering to the fire of orgasmic desire. The MMO consumed my body relentlessly bearing down on me and forcing me to experience the most intense and riveting erotic sensations I have ever experienced. I don’t really know how long this went on for but it was a long time. I was pushed into that place in the very deepest of MMO sessions where time and place cease to have meaning and all that exists is pure clear orgasmic sensation.

It was almost 6:30 AM when Mistress MMO released me from her grasp. I was sweating and my cock and leg were slimy from the precum that was flowing from my cock. It is now 9:30 AM and my anus, prostate and perineum are still throbbing from the workout they got.

I suspect that Mistress MMO is back and she is not about to let me go again for a while. It will be interesting; now that she and J are bed partners what the next few nights will portend. The kaleidoscope is about to turn again.

Very Hot Sex Position Redux

In a chat with a friend on line recently she mentioned this post that I did way, way back when I first started this blog. A few people have asked me about it during the last year. At the urging of this friend I am going to re post it for newer readers who may have missed it or for the enjoyment of those of you who just want to read it again to get inspired or turned on. Enjoy.

This post is dedicated to who are planning to engage in some serious lovemaking with that special person. What follows is my personal recommendation for a position that J and I use often, most typically when we have the time and the desire to have very meaningful and intense sex.

The position requires a comfortable straight chair with no arms. The chair should be fluid resistant as this will be squishy sex and the way she is sitting will cause both of your liquid contributions to wind up on the chair. You also might want to cover the seat with a towel as well it will be better than sitting in cold puddle of mixed boy and girl cum. This chair becomes what we call the “throne”. Indeed when we discuss having sex in this position we refer to it as “throne sex”. Bring the chair into the bedroom or put it wherever you desire to fuck. Obviously both of your clothes are gone.

Steps:

1. Each of you gets fifteen minutes of massage time sitting in the throne; this is full body massage using just hands. No touching girly or boy bits allowed . . . this is only the non sex parts of his/her body. Obviously you alternate; you can draw straws for who goes first …but guys . . . . you earn points by letting her go first. There’s also a benefit later.

2. After you are both loosened up and relaxed, repeat the 15 minute alternating sessions with kisses and mouth love all over each other’s bodies. Guys don’t dive for the pink pearl immediately, focus on all of her erogenous zones, especially the subtle ones; she will go crazy if you build her up slowly. Fifteen minutes is the minimum investment here but go as long as you want. I have special ones I go after on J that I have learned make her squirm with delight and make her pussy drip.

3. When you are both relaxed and feeling all juiced up, the guy should sit in the straight backed chair. In that you were a gentleman and went second, your lady will have just finished serious mouth love on your cock, hopefully rendering it erect and ready for a caress by a wanton pussy.

4. Ladies you will sit on his lap facing him, straddling his crotch so that your pussy and his cock are up against each other. At this point you have an option. You can have him penetrate you immediately or you can prolong the wait for penetration and build up the arousal. J and I usually opt to build up the arousal. It is much sweeter when the build up is slow and culminates in sweet penetration. If that is your choice (which I hope it is), then do what we call hands on kissing. As you kiss each other use your hands. You can caress each others faces, embrace the back of the head, run fingers thru each others hair. The only rule is here that no hands are allowed below the shoulders; the tactile experience here is with the head, neck, face, ears etc. J loves this part especially, because she loooooooves intense but gentle kisses and facial caresses.

5. When you have kissed each other to the point that your head feels like it will explode, her pussy will be sodden and heavy with lust and your cock will be aching, then it is time for penetration.

6. Ladies you are now in control. Your pussy is probably coated with your own juice by now; you should support yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders so that ever so slowly you can lower yourself onto him. The penetration should be incremental and agonizingly slow.

7. Eyes. This is open eyed sex. If you haven’t ever had O.E.S. this is a good time to start. Look into each others eyes as her pussy is swallowing your cock. Look into each others eyes like this woman is the most important thing in your life. Appreciate the fact that she is letting you inside her body, this is the most intimate thing one human being can do to another . . . letting be inside of her. Respect that honor and tell her how much you appreciate it with out saying a word. Tell her with your eyes and face. Look at the changes in your expressions and relish the erotic anguish he/she is showing you.

8. Once you are deep inside her, get comfortable. Ladies, find a position that will force the mouth of your vagina right up against his pubic bone; get as snug up to him as you can. Guys you may have to help here by sliding your butt forward on the seat to give her access to get you in her as deeply as possible. That is the goal: to get as deeply into her pussy as you possibly can.

9. Once you are comfortable buried in her cunt, interlock your hands, palm to palm. I have learned over the years thru Zen, yoga and other eastern body – energy traditions that palm to palm skin contact affords the interchange of a great deal of energy. A tantric teacher once told me that palm to palm contact transmits such emotion and intense levels of energy that sometimes people will cry as orgasm overtakes them. It never happened to me but it feels damned good. It may take a little getting used to as you will not be able to bend your elbows. You can put your arms straight down or out to the sides . . . keep them wherever it feels comfortable.

10. Ladies you are now in the driver’s seat . . . in that you usually require more time than him to reach orgasm this position is designed to help accommodate that. Rock against him, grind your clit against his pubic bone, pull on his cock and squeeze him. The goal here is to keep your palms together to facilitate the flow of energy and to force your weight on his cock and your clit, your intrerlocking hands make that happen. Keep your eyes open and look into each others eyes deeply. Ladies rock on him, grind on him and watch his face as you do. Remind him to look in your eyes if he starts to close his.

11. Because J is getting a lot of clitoral stimulation and she is thrusting on me her arousal will build quickly. If you didn’t know already…pelvic thrusting in men or women accelerates orgasm. Our brains are wired to trigger orgasm with rigorous pelvic thrusting… its mother natures way of insuring that you plant your seed quickly so that you don’t get eaten by a T – Rex .before you launch the next generation of dinosaur dinner.

12. Because the guy is not getting a lot of friction, he will be able to last a little longer this way. As her arousal grows her vagina will balloon out and hold your cock firmly around its base, leaving dead space around the head of your cock.

13. At this point we always verbalize, sometimes telling each other sweet things, sometimes filthy things. The only thing we don’t do is kiss. The reason for that is . . although I have great staying power (I can go an hour if I need to) she knows that when I am inside her all she has to do to get me to shoot is kiss me. I have no ability to control my orgasm when she kisses me. As soon as our lips touch I will explode in her.

14. With the knowledge that she has the key to the ignition switch it is up to her to decide when enough is enough. If she wants to go for multiples for herself she can, if she doesn’t want to O at all and is happy with the closeness and the act, that is fine too.

15. For J. and me she decides when enough is enough by ….kissing me. She can time that kiss to her own orgasm or not. I will say that the only times in 38 years when we have had simultaneous orgasms it was in this position.

16. As you are both cumming look in each others eyes!!! Even if you couldn’t look at each other until now . . . force yourself to do it as you are being overtaken. It is indescribable what I feel as I look in her eyes as she is sliding off the edge into the arms of rapturous orgasm. Watching this happen to her as my own body is being gripped in agonizing bliss is mind altering.

17. Ladies rest on him and lean on him as he is emptying into you and your pussy is being gripped in the convulsive spasms of climax.

18. As the climax is happening, vocalizing is a particularly erotic way to punctuate the feelings you are experiencing. Groan, moan, scream …do what ever moves you.

19. When fluid exchange is done and spasms have quieted. sit on his softening cock ladies don’t get up immediately. Unclasp your hands and embrace each other. Zen teachings say that the energy flow continues well after climax. Share the energy that you have created together and enjoy the feeling of each others bare skin on your own.

20. We usually close with sweet and gentle kisses and a thank you. How often we make love and we never would say thank you. This is a good way to express the love and respect she deserves and my appreciation for what she has just shared with me. Making love is not doing her or her doing me but rather it is us sharing something of each other, with each other, together.

21. I learned this technique 15 years ago in a retreat. It has been a wonderful part of our sexual repertoire For us, it is a life altering way to make love. When we have throne sex, the impact lasts for days. I treat her differently and I think of her differently for several days afterwards. The Master that I learned from told me that it is her energy that I feel afterwards. Through this intense sexual exchange I have absorbed her energy and it is with me, inside of me and because of that I am more attuned to her feelings, desires and her being. I sincerely believe it works.

So to all of you readers… go enjoy your lover, savor the gift that he or she is giving you and feel the power of intense and deep love! And oh yes ….KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN.

Love and My Lady’s Orgasm

I have been smitten with J these last few weeks as you might infer from the entries preceding this one. I haven’t made as many entries as I have in the past. My sex life has been just as busy as it always has been despite the fact that I haven’t been as diligent about these entries. The effect of these last two weeks has been building up to an insatiable need for intimacy with my sexy lady. Two nights ago I wrote the piece that follows as I sat in the quiet of the night thinking about her and the vulgarly exquisite oral love I made to her a few nights ago.

Dearest J:

What is it about you that makes my liquid passion steam and hiss; to boil so fiercely that orgasmic eruption is the only avenue for my relief? Your gaze, your touch and your kisses stoke the fire in me like no other woman ever has. Is it the feel of the smooth skin in the cleft of your derriere as it caresses my penis when we spoon in the early morning light? The kiss of your anus on my cockhead ignites my desire and makes me cascade into waves of convulsive ecstasy.

Or is it the kiss that lingered on my lips as we went to bed the night before? A kiss that would not allow itself to end; you kissed me and drew my desire for you from deep inside me and you held it gently between us with your lips. You then took it in your mouth extracting my male essence from it, savoring it’s warmth on your tongue. I trust you so that I would give you my soul to savor and relish, and keep for me forever. I would give you anything that is mine.

Your kiss is so intimately given that the warmth of your mouth and the sweetness of your breath intoxicated me, causing my mind to lose all sense of time and place, making my brain separate from my body and travel to a place where my rational thought had no meaning, that place was deep inside your heart.

Or is it your warm wet mouth sucking on my semi erect cock urging it to stiffness with the stroke of your tongue underneath my swelling crown. As it grows and stiffens in your mouth, it lengthens and swells so that only the head can relish the delightful sensation of your tongue’s massage. Your suckling on my manhood causes my mind to get lost in the sensation of your mouth. As you suckle on me you massage my balls and heft them in your hand. I lose all control of my body at this point, I am yours. I am immobilized on the bed as you sip the pre cum from my cock slit like it is a delicate liqueur.

Could my passion have started days ago just before the last time we made love, when I lay with my face between your thighs, inches from your moist pink femininity, your most private place. It was glistening with the dew of your love for me. I lay there with my head resting in the soft skin of your inner thigh, with your legs open for me revealing the tableau of your moistened womanhood for my oral consumption and your orgasmic enjoyment. The scent of you invaded my brain and turned my penis to iron hardness; my head was spinning from the passion I felt for you.

I lay there, with my wet lips on the warm dewy portal to your soul, suckling your nether lips, selfishly teasing your flower to open for me. I kissed your silken petals and provoked the hardened flesh of your pink pearl with my tongue; I coaxed it to reveal itself and the arousal that was steaming deep in your pussy. As I suckled it, it peered out from its hood seeking to bask in the glorious warm sensation that was tugging on it. As it hardened and lengthened the mouth of your flower began to tentatively open like a morning glory in the rising sun. But that afternoon there was no rising sun, just the heat of my probing tongue and the relentless suction of my lips. They pulled on your tender little button, coaxing it to harden and extend further and further out of its fleshy covering to seek the divine bliss that was now causing it to tingle. And still I kept coaxing it, urging it to give in to the glow that was now enveloping your womanly hole and causing the mouth of your canal to weep pearlescent tears for my attention and affection.

I would not relent though. I continued to lay there between your thighs getting lost in the heat of you as your vaginal opening whined silently in its growing arousal. It was now fully open, your vulva was engorged with the blood of your growing passion and your delicate silken lips were thickened and swollen and darkened with your lust. As I continued to tease and coax your tender folds, the tingling sensation grew. It was now creeping into your moist hole, inch by inch it crept into you slowly. It crept into you leaving a lingering tingling trail behind it as it penetrated and explored the moist sweet depths behind your lips.

It was as if the growing passion inside you was a predator looking for elusive prey. The intense tingling lingered at your g spot, toyed with it, causing it to harden and contract. The sensation wasn’t lost on you, you shuddered and twisted as the inside of your vagina contracted, causing ripples of white hot bliss to spread over your skin. But the tension of the building orgasm didn’t linger there, it crept deeper inside your cunt, expanding as it went causing the tender sweet flesh inside of your feminine hole to tremble and quake in anticipation of the divine ecstasy that it knew was to come soon.

The exquisite sensation of aching desire crept deeper deep into the core of your femininity; it found purchase there at the thresh hold to your womb. There in the depths of the well of your passion in took root. Its roots quickly spread and embedded in your hot wetness. The orgasmic tension dug into the soft flesh deep inside you. As it embedded deep inside you the warm blanket of euphoria was wrapping around your body. Your arousal felt so good your pussy felt heavy; it throbbed and ached. The smoldering desperation in you was making your cunt quiver and shake. Then like a jolt of electricity, the orgasm broke free from the confines of its shell, it shot up your spine to your brain. The jolt caused your pussy to spontaneously convulse and chime exquisite peels of rapture in your pelvis.

Your heard the rumble of orgasmic thunder in the distance before you felt its pounding ecstasy. In moments the orgasm consumed you and became an explosion that was centered deep inside your vagina. It reverberated throughout your body, causing you to convulse as each spasm drilled into your soft flesh. The orgasmic convulsions pushed your brain to the limits of reason, and then when reason was irrelevant you writhed and grunted like a rutting animal as the orgasm gripped your body and robbed you of control. There was no pretense of being ladylike or of being a respectable woman. Your body was nothing more than a container to hold your cunt; your drooling convulsing pussy was a cauldron that was boiling over with overpowering orgasmic passion. A passion that was now making your open flower scream as it was consumed by the sexual conflagration

The explosion showed itself to me as divinely violent contractions that gripped your pussy mouth and contracted it with exquisite heart stopping spasms. The spasms were so intense and deep they caused your canal to clamp shut as if it was trying to milk an imagined penis; instead however it shuddered rhythmically and spilled the sweet secretion from your depths and caused it to drool from your swollen lips. As the explosion reverberated through you, you gasped and writhed and moaned, lost in the sensations in your head and in your vagina.

This moment was holy to me as I lay there with my lips and tongue embracing your pink blossom as it succumbed to orgasm. You were lost in the hazy recesses of your conscious mind as I lay there pushing your orgasm to replay with my tongue, pushing you to spasm over and over again.

Your body was given over to the passion that was washing back and forth inside of you like ripples in a small pool. Your mind was lost, as it tried to follow the delightful sensation as each ripple as they moved across your sensitized skin. The ripples radiated from your vagina, ran up over your belly button and bumped up against your hardened nipples, only to flow back to your vagina. They flowed back and forth from breasts to your vagina over and over again and seemed to linger on your clit, causing your canal to close up in another exquisite spasm.

As you were lost in the feelings that were consuming you I was laying there looking deep into the folds of your lovely bloom, watching the sweet honey drip from its petals as it shuddered in ecstasy. Like a delicate hummingbird I ever so lightly caught the sweet nectar on the delicate inner parts with the tip of my tongue. It tasted like you. It is a taste that I never tire of; it is a taste that brings back memories of me lying between your open thighs when we were so much younger and more innocent.

When I first lay between your thighs and suckled your sex to get it to release your orgasm you were so shy and nervous that you couldn’t relax and give in to the sensations that were there. But in time, you learned to relax and trust me with your most intimate part. You opened your legs wide giving me your ripened fruit, begging me to express its juice into my mouth as you fell into the blissful abyss.

Sometimes I would just lay there while you were recovering, after you have finished a deep satisfying orgasm; your head would be all fuzzy and you were supremely relaxed. There have been times when you have dozed off with your hand on my head holding my lips to your nether lips as you drifted to sleep. At those times I would think how amazing this was. You loved me and trusted me and were so comfortable with me that you could relax in post orgasmic bliss, with no reservations having me there between your legs, lips to lips with your sex giving butterfly kisses to your spent pussy as you dozed. Your dewy lips moistening my mouth with the liquid of your release as I repeatedly expressed my love and devotion to you.

Is it the memory of afternoons spent like that that causes my passion to boil? Or is it the thought of you coming from the shower naked, with a towel around you as you made your way to your dresser to get a tee shirt on for bed, only to be intercepted by me.

The sight of your naked form still ignites my passion. It starts a fire deep inside my soul that smolders and spreads inside of me. The heat inside of me intensifies until the thick liquid in my balls is bubbling and steaming. With my penis growing and hardening I would sometimes grab you and pull the towel from you. You would shudder in the chill night air and press against me to soak in my heat. That is just what I wanted, to feel the warm heat of your skin against mine. I wrapped my long arms around you and drew your naked body into mine, pressing my steely penis against your soft belly. I wrapped you in my heat and I warmed you. Pressed against me you felt my heart beating against yours. We did not move, we just stood there in an embrace, reveling in the feel of each other.

Sometimes I would pull you into bed, lay you on your back and make passionate love to you, prying orgasm after orgasm out of your shuddering vagina with my iron hard penis. Or sometimes we will simply fall into bed in each others arms, caressing each other in the warm softness of our bed until we fell asleep.

It is the memory of all of these things that causes my passion to boil. But it also is the sight of you in your faded blue jeans and a tank top revealing your erect nipples as we worked in the garden on a summer afternoon; or dressed in a simple black dress as we went off to an event. These are the simple things that set my heart racing.

I am proud to be seen with you, you are a beautiful and sexy woman. Even at our age I notice that other guys will look at the gentle swell of your breasts, your lithe figure, the curve of your rear and your long willowy legs. I still get a thrill because I know that you are mine. I know that despite your demure appearance and your elegant presence you are a passionate -sensual woman under your clothes. You are a passionate woman who will brazenly reveal your nakedness to my eyes and hands and who will surrender every part of yourself to me; a lover who will proudly reveal your aroused womanhood to me and gladly caress my hardened maleness inside of it.

You can cause my passion to boil any time in any number of ways. After everything we have been through together I can still weep with joy at the thought of you. The thought of being without you is more than I could ever bear.

My Orgasmic Worlds Join

I have been a mindful traveler in this sexual journey I am on. I have not been lackadaisically daydreaming of erotically vulgar images of lewdly exposed women as I masturbated feverishly. I have been very thoughtful as I have walked this erotic path. I really tried to understand what was happening in my physical and mental sex life as I experienced it. The fascinating thing about the journey and my sexuality is that it has been kaleidoscopic; each step I have taken revealed yet another erotically splendid experience. I have discovered new aspects of my sensual self and have been able to look at my established relationships and attitudes in a new sensual light. Indeed I have become more sensual, my sexual performance has changed and I feel pleasure so much more profoundly and slowly now. Amazingly for 17 years my sexuality has expanded but in the last six almost it has become exponentially more potent.

There has been one characteristic of my sexuality over the last several years since I have developed MMO skill and anal orgasmic ability. That is that there has been a division in my sex life, it has divided into two tracks. I experienced the deeply emotional bonding that came with intimacy with J. That mental connection occurred through mutual masturbation, erotic massage, fucking, fellatio and through cunnilingus. For me it especially occurred through cunnilingus. I have grown to feel almost spiritual as I coax her to give into sexual pleasure. I learned to lead her, and make her follow my tongue and my warm mouth as I suck and massage her sexy pink pearl and the cream coated lips of her pussy as I massage her g spot and lead her to fall into the arms of orgasmic rapture.

Contrasting to that was my solo MMO activity which was very much internally focused on me and profoundly physically pleasurable for me. I have discovered new pathways to such intense orgasmic sensation that I worried I might break myself in the process. Even more mind boggling was the fact that I learned to extend orgasm to a consistent 2 or 3 hour non ejaculatory experience; I still pinch myself over that one.

For almost seven years the two tracks never crossed, each evolving in its own space with its own attributes, sensations and impacts. With every day and every MMO session I gained a new awareness of something, a new skill and experienced exquisite sensations. Gains that I made opened the doors to new desires and pleasures.

Most shocking to me was a growing appreciation for male sexuality as expressed in a guys hard cock and viewing the deeply erotic sight of a cock spewing ropes of white creamy cum. Such images real and imagined hardened my own cock. Intrinsic in the solo activity was self induced anal and prostate orgasms and lurid mental images of steel hard cocks causing the ecstasy that penetrated my anus and caused tsunamis of indescribable pleasure to flood my anal tract as I trembled in delirious rapture.

However this last year there was a sea change in my sex life. My two worlds began to join. It began with me having my first MMO in J’s mouth several months ago. The sensation was mentally and physically riveting. As she massaged my convulsing anus with her finger she gently sucked my lurching cock in her warm mouth. The result was a 30 minute internal fireworks show as the hands of ecstasy reached deep into my anus and milked my prostate, as they tugged on my cock and held my mind transfixed on the rising tide of pleasure that was rushing into my asshole and filling my pelvis.

But it was MMOing in her pussy that really made my sexual response and my erotic mind turn a corner. I had done it 4 times this last year; the fifth time was last week. It has been another transformative sexual experience.

We had a hunger for each other all through that particular evening. We both felt it; it was visceral. It was a sexual hunger that expressed itself as a stroking gesture when we passed each other, or warm spontaneous kisses on the neck whose sensual intimacy lingered on the skin long after the transient touch of lips, or the electrical eroticism of her hand stroking my arm. Intimacy had been established long before we removed our clothes and got in bed. My cock was hard all night and I suspected then and confined later that her pussy was dewy with her desire.

So when we did end up in bed she put on no nightgown, she came to bed naked. It was the first night this spring that was warm enough to sleep with the windows open and with J au naturelle. The night air had that lukewarm, heavy and fragrantly magical lilt that only springtime air has. Its verdant perfume wafted in the window accompanied by the glow of the streetlamp on the corner. Doing the work I do I have come to know the engineering and style of street lamps. I have been involved in choosing them, placing them, pricing them and paying for them for years. I am used to considering their ability to illuminate for safety of pedestrians and guiding traffic. But I never considered placing them to inspire a man to make love to his wife. Years ago whoever decided to place that street lamp on the corner across from our house inadvertently placed it with the care of a lover lighting a sensual candle every single night.

So with the warm yellow glow of that candle filtering through our gauzy curtains it laid a golden glow on her skin in the bed next to me; the light breeze made the curtains move quietly as waves of intoxicating fragrant air pushed on them. Inspired by the sensual suggestion of the romantic iron pole on the street, my cock reaffirmed its iron hardness as I kissed her lips.

Foreplay among women is an individual thing. Touch does it for some while soft murmuring and warm breath on an ear does it for others. For J it is kisses. She has told me many times that my kisses are electric when she is inspired for intimacy. A lingering touch of my lips on hers sends a jolt of erotic inspiration directly to her pussy. So as I kissed her relentlessly she squirmed as the fingers of her rising arousal teased and tantalized her vagina, and coxed her pussy lips to tingle and open their pink folds and weep with lust.

My kisses had profound intent. They were given in a fit of desire by my mouth but they expressed the need of my body cloaked in the warm wrap of intimate intention. I viscerally needed to be with her, on her, and in her. I need to feel her skin on my skin and her lips on my lips as I felt the mesmerizing sensual eroticism of her cunt sucking on my cock. I needed to probe her with my passion hardened penis and bathe it in the warm wetness of her desire.

That kiss on her lips ignited her fire like a flamethrower ignites brush in the planned burn of a forest fire. I moved to her nipples, alternately kissing each one of them until they were hardened into two fleshy pebbles by the teasing of my lips and the unexpected flick and massage of my tongue.

The onslaught of kisses then moved to my ultimate target, the down rimmed well of passion between her thighs. She parted her legs in dazed acknowledgement for what she knew was coming and what she wanted desperately. As I moved myself to kneel between her legs I lowered my mouth to kiss her feminine lips; they jealously hungered for my kisses. Her pussy lips were open, vulgarly exposing the delicate folds that surrounded the opening to her soul. As I suspected from earlier in the evening they were coated in the creamy warm nectar of her need.

I kissed her opening squarely and immediately, as I savored the warm honey that covered it. As I moved my lips they became coated by her thick slippery pussy lust. Like a hummingbird seeking the thick nectar of her blazing red bloom, I dipped my tongue deeply into her flower and savored the tangy intoxicating brew that drooled from the wellspring of her desire. After kissing her mercilessly and causing her to squirm as I awakened the sleeping sensations of lust and carnal need in her cunt I was faced with a choice. Do I move to her clit and suckle it as I massage the opening of her pussy and bring her to a quick climax or do prolong the sensual torture and penetrate her.

The evening was young and my desire was deep, I did not want to slake her erotic thirst so quickly. I learned long ago that in intimacy with J ……. pleasure prolonged is ecstasy amplified. So despite the insatiable hunger I felt to make love to her pussy with my mouth, I abandoned the thought and instead raised my wetted lips from the flesh cup that I was drinking so thirstily from. I raised my cock over her as if I was offering her a view of a sacrifice or a fine cut of meat for her approval. The effect of her pussy on my erotic psyche was powerful; my mind was both relaxed and frenzied by the vulgarly elegant manner that she offered herself to my mouth. The pleasured arousal that my oral love inspired in her elongated my cock and cast it in the graceful upward curve it assumes when I am in extreme arousal. I imagined it as a great thick bow, strung to hurl arrows of my lust deep into her cunt.

My cockhead drooled my clear sweet juice into the mouth of her pussy as I lodged it firmly in the caress of her soft yielding opening. In response her pussy mouth seemed to respond to the touch of my cock head by delicately kissing it and savoring the feel of its warmth against her sensitive pink skin. After I hovered above her for several moments relishing the delectable sensation of her creamy warm pussy mouth sucking on my crown, I leaned against her. Gently I pushed against her, parting her pussy mouth and stretching it open as it was forced to inelegantly swallow my cock. My sword slid into her sheath eliciting a low moan as she felt my upturned cockhead rub against the roof of her vaginal canal as I slid effortless into her hot wetness.

When I penetrated her as deeply as I could I laid on her supporting my chest on my elbows; her hardened nipples pressed delicately on my chest making me keenly aware of the erotic effect I was having on her. I luxuriated in the sensation of my cock as it was held in the sucking heat in the depth of her cunt. When I am as deep in her as I was at that moment I feel a special closeness that comes at no other time. Desiring to prolong the sensation I was feeling, I quietly lay upon her with my cock deeply embedded in her; I could feel her life force pulsing under my cock cleft at the core of her sex. Inspired by the love I felt at that moment I lowered my lips to her mouth and kissed her. Again it was not a quick peck but rather a kiss that acknowledged the intimate connection she was giving me.

So instead of thrusting into her or humping her pussy greedily I continued to kiss her laying perfectly still as my cock bathed in the heat of the firm grip of her feminine canal. As I relished the suppleness of her lips and the firm grasp her soft pussy held my cock in, the pleasure of MMO burst into my pelvis, totally unexpectedly; expressing itself first in anal spasms, then expanding up my anal canal to seize my prostate and then to my penile bulb. With the ferocity of a caged animal being taunted, the convulsions of ecstasy exploded inside me. In a carefully planned raucous dance my entire pelvic area, anus and cock and prostate became entangled in a cha cha of ecstasy.

As the syncopated convulsions detonated rhythmically they sent waves of agonizing euphoria rippling back and forth from my anal canal to my cock and up my spine. As my cock lurched repeatedly and my anus flexed and convulsed, chills of ecstasy flowed across my skin, I could no longer maintain the mental focus kiss her. Instead I buried my face in the nape of her neck and announced in a gasp: “ oh my god it’s happening again”. That was the last thing I said. Verbal expressions was replaced by moans of plaintive anguish as volley after volley of excruciating pleasure waves drilled into my anus and squeezed my prostate. Cradling the back of my head she knew what was happening; she kissed my neck and shoulders offering the acknowledgement of what was happening to me. She held me with the tenderness of a woman in love with me as I experienced indescribable bliss. She has asked me several times to describe the sensation to her and I have. Those descriptions are often the inspirations for these narratives in the blog.

I abandoned any pretense of being in control, as I was not. I was on her and in her at the same time, abandoning myself in the wanton sensuality of the moment. As her pussy held my cock helpless in its grip, it sank its fangs into me an injected me with her desire. My insides began to melt, and my brain froze in dazed elation. I felt her sucking my cock with her cunt slowly sipping the life force from me. My anus and my entire sexual apparatus were dancing at her mercy. Slowly the MMO surrendered my very being to her. I wanted to be no where else but there inside her wanton cunt I feared that if we parted I would cease to exist. As my anus flexed and my prostate chimed with the clear sweet peals of ecstasy I held her for dear life and she held me The pounding pleasure in my pelvis made me push my cock deeper and deep into her. As I shuddered in frenzied bliss she held me tighter and tighter.

For 30 minutes I lay on her gasping and quivering as she sucked my softening cock with her cunt. As she savored my leaking penis I was being crushed again and again by waves of pleasure gushing into my anus. I was lost in my own mind. Time and space ceased to exist, I became part of her. It was an intimacy unlike any sense of intimacy I have ever shared with her. I actually felt like I was literally part of her. For one solid hour I swam the sea of her feminine erotic power, held afloat by the most profound orgasmic euphoria I had ever experienced. My only sense of reality was the scent of her skin and her hair and the softness of her neck on my lips as I struggled to kiss her as the rapture rushed into my anus in a torrent.

At the end of an hour I was exhausted but incredibly aroused. Even as my cock greedily sought the secure sensual caress of her pussy to sustain the sensations that depriving me of my own sense of self, I rolled off of her. In the moments after I pulled my sopping, flaccid cock from her very wet pussy, the orgasmic waves in me quieted; as the pleasure waves subsided my cock began to harden immediately as if it was a cooling rod of molten iron assuming its normal rigid form.

Sweating and exhausted but incredibly aroused I once more knelt before the altar of our love between her thighs. In a modest expression of gratitude for the pleasure her pussy had just given me I lowered my lips to her steaming hot pussy lips and kissed them. In rushed urgency she began to hump my mouth, grinding her clit against the tip of my nose as my tongue sank into her tangy hole to seek out the most sensitive spots on her opening.

Seeking to help her slake the arousal that I had inspired in her I raised my lips to her clit and kissed it tenderly, and then I slowly and gently sucked it into my mouth. I pressed my lips against her pubic bone and sucked hard, drawing her clit out of its sheath into the hold of my lips. Trapped and exposed between my lips I began to stroke it with my tongue, causing her to still her pelvis immediately. Then inserting two fingers into her pussy I began to firmly stroke the roof of her pussy as I suckled her clit. Ever so slightly at first but more and more firmly I felt her G spot harden. I continued to suckle her as I massaged the rigid knot of flesh inside her pussy.

She began to moan and then curse at her own vulgar desire. Then in a matter of moments her orgasm erupted. Her creamy juice dribbled from her pussy mouth as in contracted rhythmically on my fingers. She twisted and mewled in the welcome and familiar anguished rapture of her orgasm. I kissed her convulsing pussy as she held my head to the source of the excruciating pleasure she felt. When it was over I kissed her drooling pussy lips and we succumbed to sleep.

We slept deeply and soundly that night. My sexy dreams were punctuated by erotic images of her appearing explicitly and overtly nude in exhibitionist shows before my colleagues and friends. I felt deeply protective of her in these dreams as I attempted to protect her from her own baser desires.

The next morning when I woke up, my entire sexual psychology shifted. I felt intensely protective of her; any desire for anything erotic but her evaporated into thin air. Any sense of arousal from male sexuality disappeared. All I have been feeling since then is an overpowering connection to her and to her sexuality. I cannot get enough from her. I hover near her as we watch TV now; I crave the warm of her skin and sweet warmth of her breath in a kiss. She has transformed me.

Another milestone in our intimacy has been reached and another vignette of my sexual self has been illuminated. I am standing with a new sense of my sensual self wondering what is next. I am withdrawing into a very self directed internally focused time in my sex life now. Only this time I am bring her with me as a sacredly welcome passenger. It is a good feeling as my two sexual worlds are becoming one.

Orgasmic Pleasure in Its Many Forms

I have been told that Eskimos have more than 100 words for snow. I can understand that. I wouldn’t be surprised that there are dozens more special adjectives to describe the various kinds of snow that expand the lexicon to 200 or more words. When you are immersed and surrounded by something, it becomes a huge influence over your life and your communication. I have come to appreciate that a person develops an intimate familiarity with things that they are surrounded by that breeds its own vocabulary. That vocabulary reflects the subtleties of the thing and your experience of it.

Just as Eskimos have developed discrete descriptions of snow, I have been able to discern several different types of orgasms. I wish I had generations of help with this challenging situation that would enable me to perceive each sensation and wrap it in a single word as Eskimos did but I don’t. I only have me struggling in the iron hard grip of ecstasy trying to describe what I am feeling. I also know that I am only experiencing the tip of the iceberg. As my orgasmic skills grow so will my experience of orgasm and my ability to perceive pleasure and understand it.

I have just gotten out of bed. It is 4 AM. I couldn’t sleep so I came down to the office to write about what kept me awake, erotic sensation. This entry was conceived in the last 40 minutes of an excruciatingly sweet 2 hour MMO session. I got up to write it because I am incredibly aroused now and I couldn’t sleep. I also wanted to write this before I forgot it; that combination…being extremely aroused and remembering a particularly intense session allows me to make the most erotic entries. So I am putting my recollections to words. As I retell the sweet rapture I just experienced I have a panty liner in my underwear as my anus is still vibrating and pulsing intermittently and my cock is still drooling a stream of precum.

I was set up for this session this morning by a series of incredibly erotic events over the weekend. First was J draining my balls sensually, slowly and with reverential intimacy. The entry preceding this one describes the loving and intimate way she sucked the cum from my aching balls, so I won’t be redundant and retell it. In retrospect though I will say that she led me down the path to ecstasy; with each step down that path she expertly called on my body to respond with a new sensation and with renewed erotic sensation. My cock and prostate rose to the challenge. Cumulatively the sensations lifted me up to experience exquisitely elegant and intense erotic delight. When she brought me to the precipice of orgasmic culmination, every part of my body from my nipples to my perineum and balls was trembling in desperation to release my cum.

When she finally pushed me over the edge I literally pissed a solid stream of cum into her mouth. It was not in pulses; it was a steady stream of orgasmic elation as I spilled a long hot rope of steaming cum in her mouth. My eruptive ardor was abetted by her sucking the hot cream from me.

That session was followed by two very nice 40 minute MMO sessions on Saturday and Sunday. After my session on Sunday morning (yesterday) I came down here at six AM to write my erotic novel until after eight AM. Then a days worth of homeowners chores followed. At night I wound up engaged in a steamy chat with a friend on line. That conversation sent me to bed thinking of many erotic things. So much so that I had an intensely erotic dream; that dream was so potently sensual that it woke me up with a throbbing erection and sent me directly into MMO within seconds after I awoke.

What followed was a profoundly pleasurable chain of male multiple orgasms that lasted for two hours non stop. As I sit here now 30 minutes after they finished my anal tract and perineum are still resonating with the warm ecstasy of that MMO. It is like I have just returned to familiarity of my life after having been away and memories of the trip are lingering.

When I am saturated in euphoric sensation my world and my experience of sensation loses all sense of time and context. I feel sensations in isolation as if I was locked in a private place made only for me that was quiet and hidden so I could focus on the sheer bliss that was permeating my pelvis. The other thing is that in this quiet place I can hold onto those sensations like each one is a rare gem and examine it and savor its lush beauty as I remember it. With the memory in my mind I can later come down here as I am now and give that memory words.

Getting to the point where I could coax an MMO from my body with out penetrating my anus or stimulating my cock in any way was the first struggle. Once I got over that hurdle I discovered “I had a tiger by the tail”. Learning to control and guide the powerful sensations that I revealed to myself was a much longer series of hurdles. I have been at it for almost three years now; this last year I have been doing a session every single night. The most intense orgasms imaginable are now a part of my daily life.

So early this morning as I drifted in the arms of orgasmic rapture, chains of relentless pleasurable convulsions wrapped around my cock and got pulled from my asshole; it gripped my cock, anal tract, anus, balls and my brain and worked them hard. Above the ecstatic din I was able to exert more control over the roaring beast that was pulsing inside my pelvis. In the last part of that session as I was rigid in delirious spasms of pleasure I was able to sense and remember the sensations of the orgasms as they exercised their potent grip on my cock and prostate. This is my attempt to describe them.

The first type of orgasm is usually how I start out. It is the entrée to all the other types of orgasms; it consists of firm spasms of my anal opening. In the past I have put my finger over my anal opening as it is happening to sense what it might look like.. What I feel externally (and what J has seen as it happens) is a hard flexing, and opening and closing of my anus in the action of a fishes mouth. It starts out soft and grows into pounding hard contractions that send highly pleasurable vibrations deep into my body. It is an exceedingly sensual and warmly erotic sensation that is localized right around my anus. Sometimes in a mediocre session I never get beyond this point.

But in the perfect orgasmic storm those anal spasms will expand and grow like a forest fire. They will spread, following the channel of my anal tract to create the second orgasmic sensation. In this orgasm peristaltic waves ripple up and down my anal tract like ripples in a still pond when a pebble is thrown in it. The ripples carry a eloquently pleasurable sensation that I think of as regurgitation. It is the same strangely pleasant sensation (minus the nausea) of throwing up, but it is centered in my anal tract. The ripples grow and turn into peristaltic waves that I can feel as they travel along my anal tract. The waves of pleasure this morning grew into tsunamis as they fed on the ecstasy that they generated. This morning those wave like spasms modulated up and down like the swells on a heaving ocean, lifting me and dropping me as they rolled through me.

As the chains of anal spasms rolled through me I was able to guide them and inflame them with my breathing, with alternating forms of nipple stimulation and with erotic thoughts. The breathing I did is like blowing under a feather or a balloon to keep it afloat. Sometimes the breaths were short and staccato and other times they were long and slow. They always were made behind the orgasm as if I was careful blowing on a smoldering coal to ignite it. The nipple play varied this morning from tickling teasing light flicks, to pinching hard and pulling and tugging mercilessly on them. It had the desired effect as the orgasmic waves and the deeply pleasurable spasms that radiated from them went on for more than an hour.

Fed by the exquisitely erotic pleasure of the spasms in my anal tract and the simultaneous flexing spasms of my anus the orgasmic anguish in my anal area expanded to consume more of my pelvic region. At that point I could feel my prostate harden and fill with juice; it became the firm hardness of a ripe lime. As it hardened it pulsed and then it throbbed and then it began to pump. But unlike my anus it wasn’t a pounding it was a more subtle pulsing.

However even though its physical pulsing action was gentle the sensation that resulted from it was profoundly pleasurable. I can only describe it as a rich, mellow ringing chime that mesmerized me as it resonated in every part of me from my nipples down. As it peeled its pure clear euphoria inside me my anus and anal tract stopped their convulsing and stilled. It as if they are being suppressed and held down. I could hear and feel the exquisite rapture that was ringing deep, deep inside me in me. It was a rich thick pleasure that I think of as molasses or syrup. Like molasses or syrup it had a mellow sweetness that clung to every organ inside of me, coating my insides with bliss and profoundly erotic sensations of warmth, desire, sensual love and lurid passion.

This morning when the orgasm transitioned to this deliriously and agonizing ecstatic level the syrup of my precum began to flow. In the relentless grip of this deep and spiritual orgasmic rapture the hands of ecstasy were deep inside of me milking the aching gland inside of me, releasing indescribable bliss from me making it dribble in a clear stream from my cock slit.

I struggled to remember to breathe in the state I was in. My body was rigid and my toes were curled. My legs trembled as the pulsing modulated in relentlessly repeating crescendos. I pushed this profoundly euphoric sensation to excruciating levels by staccato breathing as it was pulsing. As I applied my staccato breathing the bliss followed like an anxious puppy. As I was panting I felt elated, by both the sensation and idea that I had learned to control and guide this blistering hot agonizing pleasure.

Then as the mellow and shrill chime of pure unadulterated prostate orgasm shrieked in my mind it milked the rapture from me; it radiated from my asshole which was open a screaming silently in agonized ecstasy like the Famous Edvard Munch painting: “The Scream”.

After 20 minutes of riveting prostate rapture I felt the “golden spot” on my perineum tighten up; this much touted spot was revered in eastern sexual practice. I learned to savor its contribution early in my sexual quest. It is located just behind my balls. My anal tract when rigid it was frozen in a spasm of pleasure, locked in the grip of a hard orgasm. In my mind I envisioned my asshole was being impaled by a long, hot, hard cock as a guy held my hips and spewed his hot cum into my hole as it gripped his pulsing shaft. The image poured gasoline onto the fire of my orgasm.

My anal tract and prostate were whining in high pitched pleasurable agony and the sharp but pleasant pressure just behind my balls pressed harder. I was filled with a desperate erotic tension made it hard to lay still. However I forced myself to lie and relax as best I could to allow the last type of orgasm I experienced enter me to exercise its grip.

The last orgasm that visited me in my Christmas Carol like nights sleep is the rarest one. It happens only at the epitome of orgasmic pleasure when my body is tense with erotic sensation and my mind is frenzied in the calmness of sexual rapture. This orgasm grips my cock root and my penile bulb deep inside my abdomen. In the core of my pelvis where the base of my cock attaches to my muscles the constrictive pleasure took root.

In this flawlessly delicate erotic moment in time as I am hung high above reality extremely subtle sensations set in. My ball sack which was now tightly contracted began to tingle, twitch and lurch. Tingling stick sensations of enchanting erotic sensation pricked inside my anus with a sharp pressure. Sensations returned to my cock head making it tingle and ache. The cumulative sensations elicited a desperate pleasure in my pelvis that defined that razor thing boundary between ecstasy and pain. White hot bliss wrapped around my cock as steaming hard ecstasy drilled my anus.

As the intense orgasmic Rube Goldberg ecstasy machine tripped in my pelvis, the pulsing, thumping, pumping, convulsing and lurching moved from place to place in my pelvis in a syncopated rhythm that scrambled my consciousness as it pulled and tugged and squeezed my cock, anal tract, prostate and anus. It was like running my fingers aback and forth on the keys of a great organ with all the stops open. The resulting cascading and ascending orgasmic crescendo made my legs tremble and made a surge of exhilarating euphoria force open my anus and flood my body.

Like a drowning man desperately searching for something firm to keep him afloat I struggled to hang onto reality as the rip tide of glorious erotic sensations swallowed me alive. My pelvis and my cock and anus were shrieking in a chorus of anguished euphoria.

When the two hours was over I had made a large wet spot of cum on the sheets as the cresting wave of pleasure dropped me quietly on the beach. It was done with me. My anus was still vibrating, my cock was slimy with precum and my nipples were hardened and crackling with residual erotic electricity.

I had no choice but to come down here and write this. I think I will be in the office late this morning.

Orgasmic Symphony

It has been six days since my last entry, a relatively long gap in the almost 2 year long effort of doing these entries. I feel like a part of my sex life has been missed when I don’t write. There is an erotic excitement to writing these that I miss when I skip them. I savor all the things I write about as they happen to me, then I get to savor them again as I remember them and commit them to words. The act of recalling erotic sensations and experiences is indulging myself with a favorite wine or chocolate that I have been craving. They satisfy me as they turn me on. Savoring the sensations, emotions and rapture I experience and describing them to readers is as sensual as the experience itself.

When I write these entries I am fully erect and dripping precum; I am now. I am embarrassed to say that I use ladies panty liners to keep from soaking through my pants; indeed I have one in now. I have just learned that they have come out with a version of underwear liners for men. I will have to get some and see if they work as well as ladies. I must say however that the fetishist in me secret is turned on when I slide a women’s liner in my underwear.

Beyond how these entries arouse me, a few readers have commented to me that they turn them on too. The fact that they do is very gratifying and arousing to me. There is an anonymous erotic connection between us in the verbal exhibitionism in these entries. The fact that they influence readers erotically is also a huge turn on for me.

The six days since my last entry have been pretty typical in my erotic life. I have been doing an MMO session every morning at five AM. That time seems to be evolving into the optimal time for my sessions. My normal morning erection sets me up really fast to launch in J’s warm derriere. In that early hour I am relaxed and my mind is clear and unstressed and open to erotic thoughts. The hour allows me plenty of time to savor the waves of bliss that detonate and echo in my pelvis without distraction before I get on with my day.

Early morning sessions also hone my arousal to a razor thin edge. When I am done I am extremely turned on; the resulting arousal clasps my cock, balls and prostate and tugs them sensually all day. Unsolicited I will get anal pleasure spasms when I see an attractive woman. Being around young women where I work with the warm weather setting in this last week has caused the feminine attire to become more provocative and the spasms to be more frequent. Nipples and unrestrained breasts in tube and tank tops that reveal the gracefully erotic shape of young tits and spandex leggings that leave little to the imagination capture my attention and make my cock hard as my asshole spasms pleasantly. I love living my life in a state of permanent arousal. My morning MMO’s help me do that.

Beyond daily MMOs, I have been working on my erotic novel. It is almost half done. I began it last summer. The time that I usually putting these entries has been invested this last week in the intensely erotic narrative of the novel. It is semi autobiographical, giving me a chance to write some of my sexual life experiences but also giving me a chance to explore some fantasies that I might never indulge in. Most arousing for me, it is allowing me to expand the reality of my sex life into some conclusions that might have been had opportunity and my choices been different. As is the case with these blog entries that I write when I work on the novel the words saturate my mind with sensual images and sexual thoughts and cast my molten cock into steel hardness as the precum flows.

So after a week of mental edging and the resulting steaming sexual desire, when I got to bed last night I was ready to cum and cum hard. Before bed I was chatting with an on line friend (that has become a RL friend) that since I have been rewired I don’t do solo masturbation anymore. I find the orgasms from solo self pleasure to be shallow and not deeply satisfying. The other thing is that when I solo it takes an extremely long time for me to cum. Prostate orgasm has lengthened the time for me to reach arousal both in the menu of my intimate relations with J and in masturbation; it has also increased the volume and force of my ejaculation. I much prefer for J to get me off than doing it myself. In truth she is better at coaxing intense ecstasy from my cock than I am.

As I got ready for bed I was thinking about this entry and the events that were about to happen; for some reason the image of the weeks activities where that of an orchestra, in the cacophony just before a concert. I envisioned dozens of instrument playing, each one trilling its own part as the player got warmed up for the performance. But when the conductor steps up to the podium and taps her baton, the ensemble silences immediately and focuses their rapt attention on the woman standing before them as they poise them selves to make a sensually beautiful piece of music flow from their carefully blended music. Music can be a sensual and sex and indeed often time sex is enhanced by beautiful music.

So last night, without words J knew of my orgasmic need. I had been a week without an ejaculation; a very unusual circumstance. It was our foray into sixty nine, a very very erotic experience indeed. J knows me well enough to know that I need the release that comes from a wet orgasm and I crave her with me to make it happen. So as the erotic cacophony in my pelvis rose to a din at the end of the week, she assumed her position on the podium between my legs. She was nude. Despite her sixty one years she is still one of the most erotically lithe and sensually feminine women I know. The sight of her full, pert breasts and hardened nipples with her narrow waist and flared hips flowing down to a downy v shaped patch in her crotch made my cock drool a stream of my passion. As she knelt before my parted legs made my prostate harden and ready itself to sing out high shrill notes of sweet ecstasy. As a trumpet player’s neck strains and veins in his forehead bulge, the veins in my cock were bulging, it was hard and extended, standing up ready to play. The high pitched desperation that hummed in my cock was silent to J, but I could hear it in my head.

My back was propped against the head board and my knees were bent with my legs parted as she kneeled between them. She had full access to all my erotic instruments. So with the commanding grace of a conductor tapping the music stand she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my left nipple, the more sexually sensitive one.

When the warmth of her mouth embraced the soft flesh of my nipple the cacophony of my arousal silenced immediately as the orchestra of pleasure waited for the signal to start playing their parts. And when her tongue began to flick and massage the hardening nub it sent warm ripples of erotic sensuality down to the orchestra pit before her, it was like the baton rose and came down signaling every one to ready themselves to ring out their sweet music.

Melodic rapture filled my head immediately. All of my sex organs leapt into the complex piece of music she was guiding them to play. With the rhythmically pleasurable pounding of a percussion section my anus, prostate, perineum and cock began to pulse and thump. My anus began to flex and release in staccato contractions that forced my perineum to respond in sympathy and contract in syncopated rhythm. Inspired by the exquisite pleasure that was emanating from my anus my penile bulb and cock root began to convulse and lurch like kettle drums pounding with a melodic beat.

A complex interplay of pleasurably rhythmic sensations gripped my anus, cock and perineum. In an erotic jam session each of them sought just the right moment to flex and convulse and contribute to the ecstatic tension. The sensations of erotic bliss moved back and forth between my asshole and my stiff cock with the exquisitely sweet ache in my perineum filling the space between the beats. My crotch and anal opening provided the opening salvo in the orchestration.

Like a masterful conductor, J knew which instrument to bring into the orgasmic symphony. She needed no sheet music; the song was in her head. She lowered her mouth to my cock. My rigid penis became the brass section. The long hardened flesh rod was like a trombone slide fully extended, primed to let lose in an erotic baritone voice. She wrapped her lips around my cockhead, trapping it in her mouth by locking her lips just behind my coronal ridge. With the grace of a talented musician she pointed her tongue and began to alternately massage and flick my frenular cleft and my cock slit. She collected the stream pre cum from my cock slit like a delicate hummingbird sipping my nectar.

My cock became that trombone with its pleasure sliding effortlessly between waling high notes and rich, lush low notes; the eloquent and intense erotic stimulation that penetrated my cock and caused it to tense and pulse at its base rose above the thumping beat of my anus and perineum. The agonizing lament of sexual tension rising filled my head and tugged on my cock shaft. The piercing pleasure made all other sensation drift into oblivion as I savored each note in the intricate melody it was playing. The vision of a trombone melody and thick syrupy notes of sweet agony penetrating my anus made it difficult for me to breathe.

As my anus throbbed rhythmically and my cock shrieked in complex trills and arpeggios, J called on other instruments to add to the rapturous noise. Taking the finger tips of one hand she caressed my balls and began to lightly tease the flesh of my sac. As the orgasmic music built up, my balls attempted to retreat into me in preparation for ejaculation, but the warm teasing of her palm and fingertips forced them to hang soft and relish the delightful tickling that surrounded them.

As she played my balls like they were maracas and tongued my cockhead the melody became more complex and mesmerizing. It had captured my attention as it stilled me in melodious rapture. As I drifted into the pleasantly anguishing haze of rich luxurious sensation that silently rang in my ears, she called in the next part of the orchestra.

Wetting her finger with the mix of her saliva and my pre cum that was drooling down my cock shaft she applied her slippery digit to my anus as it flexed and expressed its pleasure in metronome like rhythmic convulsions.

With the delicacy of a violinist she placed her finger on my asshole like it was a precious Stradivarius and began to slide her finger in a tight little circle around the rim of my anus, as if she knew an agonizingly ecstatic melody would ring within my body; it did. As the excruciating ripples of sexual desire echoed in my anal tract, with every few circles she that she tantalized my anus she dipped her finger into the opening to tease the ultrasensitive and intensely erotically responsive puckered skin.

As she teased the opening to the source of my most secret orgasm, the high pitched chorus of violin music like sensations joined in the symphony. The slow measured sweetness wrapped around the shrill rapture that my cock was wailing to creature a deeply resonant melody that lifted me to a deliriously quiet place in my mind.

My pelvis was screaming in harmonious discord as intense orgasmic tension was building; but my mind was being lulled into peaceful bliss. As the aching tension in my pelvis was building it seemed to keep my mind still as if it was holding it down and immobilizing my thoughts so I could do nothing but experience the exquisite pleasure that were now taking control of my body.

Then as this glorious orgasmic symphony increased its intensity, J began to slide her mouth up and down on my aching cock shaft. The sensation of her lips wrapped around my shaft, sliding up and down as she sucked it while her tongue massaged my frenulum was driving me to the brink of sanity. Excruciating pleasure thundered in my ears as it forced my anus open and gripped my cock. My anal tract, anus, perineum, cock root and nipples came together in a chorus that was so eloquently sensual my legs started to tremble.

The powerful crescendo charmed my prostate, coaxing it to pump softly at first and increase in intensity as J milked my cock with her mouth. With a mellow pleasure of a french horn the ecstasy of my pumping prostate took control of my anal canal and cock. The warm, mellow and syrupy thick pleasure from my prostate radiated out in waves across my body. I was literally paralyzed with pleasure.

The euphoric ecstasy lifted me to the threshold to the climax of this performance. The thunderous eloquence and the complex sensuality of the pending orgasm caressed my body and coerced my prostate to release my cream. The ecstatic pumping of my prostate dipped into the steaming well of cum deep inside of me and began to suck it up.

As a crescendo of blistering hot ecstasy pulsed deep in my anal tract the hot cum spewed from my cock slit, spilling into J’s mouth. I pumped my load in four or five squirts as she remained still with my cockhead in her mouth waiting for her prize. Her lips were still behind my frenular ridge so when my creamy cocktail spurted onto her tongue she hastened it by sucking on my cockhead as it was spewing. Demurely she swallowed the steaming load when I was done pumping.

She kept my cock in her mouth as it softened, its job was done. She sucked the very last drop of semen from my slit like it was the creamy sweet bottom of a malted milk; she wanted to get every bit of the hot contents of my balls.

If I could have done a standing ovation I would have.