At the risk of being redundant this post is about the kaleidoscope experience of mmo or super o; each mmo session reveals ever changing beautiful sensations. The more sessions I have the more skill I gain at mind body control and the art of facilitating sensation. I say art because it is not a technical first you do this then you do this activity. It is a finesse that you gain, a feeling that you learn to guide; it is kind of like riding a bicycle. You learn the feeling and you gain the confidence and trust to follow that feeling.
I continue to discover new sensations and new paths to profound orgasms as the kaleidoscope of orgasm turns in each session. The more sessions I do the more adept I get at finessing the orgasms to reveal themselves in more and more intense ways. It has often been said that the brain is the largest sex organ in the body and I know from my experience of the last six years that that is true. The experience of the most intense orgasm I had on Sunday morning was the result of sensing what was happening, controlling it with my mind and carefully guiding my body to accommodate the unfolding orgasm. By focusing my attention on relaxing certain sets of muscles, damping down muscular contractions, and suppressing the progression of the orgasm in one part of my body I discovered I was able to guide the orgasm to reveal itself in a manner that brought me exquisite ecstasy in a more deep and intense way.
The Sunday session was the culmination of an effort that began on Friday night. After chatting with some friends on line I read some intensely erotic prose and watched a couple of clips on line that piqued my arousal. The clips were of women in real orgasmic abandon riding a Sybian.
When I got to sleep I slept well until six AM Saturday morning. With an erection for inspiration I spooned J and docked my cock in her derriere and embraced her softly. Then like a subway rider in rush hour I waited patiently on the platform for the orgasmic train to arrive. Peering down the dark tunnel I strained to see the glimmering sensation that told me an orgasm was about to arrive. After a few minutes I saw the sparkling light of an orgasm down the long tunnel. Slowly as the orgasm got closer and closer and as it did it got bigger and bigger until the my body began to quiver with its arrival.
When the orgasms arrived they were powerful and hard, gripping my cock, my anus and my prostate and making each spasm in orgasmic pleasure in a slow regular sequence. The sequence culminated with my anus clamping shut and opening as if it was milking a large cum filled cock.
The session was very nice by any standard. It flexed and tugged at all my sexual parts and resonated wonderful orgasmic sensation in my anus, cock and anal canal. It honed my arousal to a keen edge that resonated with me all day Saturday as I did my weekend chores. Later that day I chatted with those same friends on line sharing the experience of early that morning. As many of you know from reading this blog my ideal time to MMO is early morning when my sex hormones are at peak.
I did some writing on my erotic novel on Saturday night focusing on the strategic sex scenes that the narrative will later fill in with character development and situational context. The scenes I am using are partly long held fantasies of mine and partly adaptations of experiences I have had. Needless to say they had the desired effect on me. I went into the shower that night with a raging erection that was dripping precum.
It was difficult to sleep with my cock throbbing in need of MMO but I did eventually get to sleep. I could’ve lured J away from her work to have her come to bed so I could seek the suckling relief of her pussy or the tender caress of her hand to coax the cum from me. However I feared that having her sipping the cum from me would take edge off of my particularly deep need and lessen the MMO that was in store for me. So I did fall into a deep sleep.
Not surprisingly the dreams that night were extremely erotic take offs on the erotic narrative that I had been working on the night before. At 4 AM I woke up with my cock aching, and my cockhead slimed with precum; in the moments after waking up racy thoughts still lingered in my head.
J was on her back sleeping very soundly. I listened as she breathed in and out with peaceful regularity. I lifted my left leg over the top of her knees and rested my cock against her thigh, gently pressing my frenular cleft against her soft skin. I then slid my hand under her arm pit with my thumbs barely resting against her breast. Naked feminine warmth in the repose of bed is extremely arousing for me. Breathing deeply and slowly I recalled the fantasy that I was writing earlier and the wonderful lurid diversion from my narrative that the dream I just had provided. The erotic fantasy filled an imaginary scene in my mind as the reality of J’s sensual femininity inflamed erotic reality in my body. The collision of fantasy and reality was incendiary.
Like a match thrown into gasoline the MMO ignited and flashed in my face. Instantaneously my anus began to spasm and clench open and shut as a similar pattern of pleasure waves to the previous morning began; each spasm sent a resonant echo of pleasure up my anal canal and eliciting strong spasms of exquisite sensation from the root of my cock and the tightening spot just behind my balls on my perineum.
As the orgasms brought more and more sensation to my anus and made it feel more orgasmically responsive, I thought of my anus being a male version of a vagina. I remembered a Betty Dodson video on female orgasm that I watched many years ago. In the lessons she offered she described the pre orgasmic mini contractions that women have as their orgasms build ultimately will reduce the pleasure of orgasm when it does arrive. The process of “letting off steam” in building arousal can hinder a woman from having an intensely satisfying orgasm.
So with Betty Dodson as inspiration, I breathed extra deeply and slowly and focused my attention on stilling my anus and my cock. Clearing my mind I willed my anus to calm itself; overcoming the desire to clench down I relaxed my opening and ignored the pleasurable sensation that was making the base of my cock lurch and dance. Spreading my legs slightly I breathed slowly and went through the meditative exercise of letting go of the tension in my anus and cock.
By rorcing the orgasm to relinquish its grip on my anus and cock and suppressing the pleasure I imagined myself ignoring the MMO, in effect shunning it; following Betty’s guidance I suppressed the contraction of my anus and lurching of my cock.
The kaleidoscope of the orgasm then began to turn right before my eyes; as the colors of orgasm rotated rapturous new pleasure was revealed. I sensed a quivering pleasure beginning to build inside my anal canal, behind my asshole. Then as that pleasure began to grow I could feel it creeping slowly into me. With agonizingly slow progress I could feel a new type of euphoric pleasure penetrating me. As it sank deeper into my anal canal, it seemed to grow in size. I was stunned and immobilized by the exquisite intensity of it. I was reminded of the performer who spins multiple plates on a stick. I wondered how long I could balance and sustain this sensation and would I be able to keep it going long enough to reach a crescendo.
I slid off of J and put a foot between us in the bed. If I was going to shake or shudder I didn’t want to scare her. Pressing my cock down on the mattress I brought my left hand up to my left nipple and pressed very gently, holding it still. The effect was like a turbo charger. The pleasure speeded up its movement and its growth.
I struggled to breathe now as the pleasure was so intense my body began to stiffen; I struggled to relax my asshole as to not stifle the wave that was about to crest. I was in an orgasmic hurricane with the force of the orgasmic gale thundering in my ears and buffeting my body. The feeling of my finger on my nipple was electric. I could imagine sparks crackling on my skin. The center of my pleasure was this expanding and swelling cinder that was steaming inside me. My anus and cock were still, all the orgasmic energy was bottled up deep in my anal cavity; it demanded attention now. Ecstasy could longer be denied.
Deep inside me the orgasm reached its mark. Wrapping its fingers around my prostate it held my trembling gland in its hand. ready to show no mercy. From the euphoric haze that was clouding my mind I fought my way to clarity and recalled the particularly lurid fantasy that I was working on it the novel the night before. With the aching stimulation on my nipple and the depraved fantasy playing in my mind, the orgasm opened to reveal itself; blossoming deep inside of me, it squeezed my prostate and flooded my body with unspeakable rapture.
I felt as if I was falling off a cliff. In free fall I surrendered to the ecstasy that I knew would catch me.
As ecstasy caught me the pumping started. Like a great pendulum driven clock the pumping deep inside my anal canal commenced, resonating thumps punctuating each pulse. Each pumping pulse sent an echo of indescribable pleasure resounding through me. One after the other with a rhythm of precise and divine sensation; over and over it pumped, without wavering. I lay there marveling at the exquisite orgasmic vision that I was experiencing. Savoring each pleasurable pulse and the mesmerizing sensation that echoed after it I was awestruck.
After 10 minutes or so the rhythm began to slow. Focusing my attention on relaxing my anus and breathing quickly and deeply I toggled my nipple lightly and to my gleeful surprise the orgasm picked up tempo and came back even stronger than the first time.
There was a warmth and a calmness to these orgasms, they seemed to be very relaxed and purposeful. Images of anal penetration filled my mind along with images of J’s vagina being probed and penetrated by some ones else cock. Each imagine in my mind seemed to reaffirm and reinforce the orgasms. They were now rhythmically milking the pleasure from me. I could feel the precum oozing from my cock making a larger and larger wet spot on the sheets. It is good that J is used to my propensity for precum.
I sailed for nearly an hour that was with my anal canal rigid in wave after waves of the most intense orgasms I have had in years. Each time I felt the pleasure diminishing I followed the same regimen to inflame it again, and as the orgasms revealed their kaleidoscopic beauty to me my body shuddering in awe.
When it was over my heart was racing as I rolled onto my back. The sun was peaking through the blinds and the heat of my arousal had warmed me up for a day of sensual visions and warm affection for the lovely woman laying next to me.
