For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been waking up at 5 a.m.-ish.  My first alarm goes off at the butt-crack of dawn — 6:40 — each morning to begin the ritual of getting my daughter on the school bus.  So waking up before the ass-scratch on the butt-crack of dawn is much earlier than I want or need to wake up.

This morning was no different… Awake… 5:15 a.m… Ugh… Horny… Awesome!

Knowing I had an hour-and-a-half to play was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.  But what to do?  With ears close by, I couldn’t do a usual two-handed session because it’s much too noisy for the neighbors.  I decided to go for a clit quickie… or so I thought.

I began with my breasts, of course, bringing on my cervical O’s, then went for clit-only stim.  I tried a blend of regular circle and stroking movements.  I must admit that I knew instantly that mixing the two vastly different approaches wouldn’t work, and yet, like a moron drawn to the flame, I did try both.  And it ended up with this “quickie” taking up almost that entire 90 minute window.  GRRRRRRRRR…..

The gentle clit stimulation seems to work on the autonomic system because the sensations that arise are not the same as the sensations brought on by “regular” friggin’ off.  In fact, using the gentle clit technique — is the only time(s) I’ve ever experienced full-body orgasm(s) via clit-only stim.  Usually, clit-only stimulation induces a localized genitals-only orgasm.  Not nearly as much fun as full-body O’s.

Mixing the two techniques seemed to completely confuse my clit, like she didn’t know which way to go, or what to do or respond to.  I almost felt sorry for her.  With 8,000 nerve endings in the clitoris, I think that changing techniques gets the wires crossed.  It’s as if 4,000 nerve endings were responding in a particular way, so that changing the fingering technique abruptly stops stimulating those nerves and suddenly zones in on the other 4,000 who were on coffee break. Very disruptive to the arousal process and very frustrating for the woman attached to the clit!

What was even more frustrating is that I already know this!

The biggest mistake most men make when stimulating a woman is that they do some stimulation, and if she really likes it (evident by audible moans, changes in breathing, grabs his hair in her fists, etc.), the guy thinks, “Hey, she likes that, let me show her what else I can do!”  NOOOOOO!!!

If you get a woman moaning, panting, and grabbing the sheets, the last thing you should do is change anything!  Guys, I know this goes against the competition-loving testosterone flowing in your veins, the adrenaline flooding your brain, and the phony porn scenarios playing out in your memory, but TRUST ME — DON’T CHANGE ANYTHING!  Not the speed, the pressure, the direction, NOTHING!

This may be boring for you, but for her, she will be forever thankful… as if watching a woman in orgasm could ever be boring! 😀

The feelings during arousal were mixed between the rising energy of the gentle technique and the expanding-but-localized heat in the genital area of the regular clit circles and strokes.  Changing from gentle to regular, I could instantly feel the rising energy plummet, hit the genitals, and then switching back to barely-there, gentle clit stim again, feel the rise.  It’s not that this was unpleasant.  It was weird.  I was horny and just really wanted a big orgasm.

I should have stuck with gentle technique and trusted it to take me where I wanted to go.  I know it works!  And yet…. GRRRRRRRR!

I’d finished my period — okay, technically, I was still spotting.  This was another reason I wasn’t using a dildo; the cervix was probably still tender.  And each morning this week, I’d awakened around 5 a.m., horny, but unable to pursue a delicious She Spot/prostate orgasm or a blended O because my vagina was otherwise occupied.  Instead, with minimal breast stim, I would have my cervical O’s.  Just thinking about sex brought on spontaneous, spine-arching, leg-raising full-body orgasms.  But I really wanted a hands-on orgasm.  And dammit, I screwed it up by mixing techniques — loving the energy of barely-there touch orgasms, but just wanting to be done, I slipped into the trap of resorting to ye olde friggin’ off stimulation.  This back-and-forth pattern was doomed, and I knew it!  But I did it anyway.  GRRRRRRRR!

Long (90-minute) story short, the eventual orgasms were localized to my lady’s loins, but I felt “creaks” of weird energy through my torso up to my chest wall.  That must be the craziest term ever applied to an orgasm — “creak”, but that’s what it reminded me of, when opening a door with rusty hinges or walking up an old staircase and the sound or reverberations aren’t “solid” or “full” but are kind of hit and miss in rapid succession, but rise up and away…  Okay, I give up trying to describe it.

And while I thought this was weird, it was nothing compared to what happened later that afternoon.

* Read Part 2 here. *

Aroused and creaking,

trish

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