Read Part 1.
Today is Sunday, and I’m alone in the house. I lounge around in bed, having my nipple orgasms and the occasional soft-touch clit orgasms (as I like to do on weekends). The weather has been riddled with thunderstorms for a month now, and the steady rhythm of falling rain makes for perfect lazing around and dozing off and on in my comfy bed.
By 11 a.m., I figure the neighbors are all out doing their thing, and it’s probably safe to have a full session. After a few more nipple-gasms and clit-gasms, I can feel the juices pushing against my inner labia wanting to spill out. Instead of opening my labia with my fingers, I opt for some vaginal exercises instead. Various squeezing and rolling of the muscles of the vagina (no, not the PC muscles), I have some small vaginal orgasms, due to the walls of my vagina brushing against each other (including the area of the She Spot).
Now, my juices are spilling out on their own, wetting the tops of my thighs, and I can feel my juices sliding down my buttocks. Slipping my fingers inside, my prostate is so swollen, I know I have to have a couple of climax orgasms first if I am to get my cyberskin toy inside. Yes, I want a full session.
(Side note: Something I figured out along the way in the past couple of months was that I couldn’t do some “foreplay” stimulation inside and then insert the cyberskin god. The last couple of times I tried that, it hurt. I’ve realized that while my prostate is horny and swollen, let her have a couple of climaxes first, rest for 5 to 15 minutes, then go for the big toy. Otherwise, he doesn’t fit — a lesson perhaps for others who have trouble accommodating a large penis.)
I let my fingers play all around my prostate, which has been awakening again thanks to my orgasm training and not allowing stress to rule my life. My prostate’s changes in texture during various levels of arousal is incredible. I can tell just where I am in my arousal by which tendrils of my prostate are “poking” through the anterior vaginal wall. It feels like putting your finger inside a pin cushion — you can feel the pins poking your finger (but this doesn’t hurt, of course).
With the awakening of my prostate, the barest touch brings a sudden hit of pleasure that is right there at the boundary of pleasure and pain. For a few days now, she’s been waking from her stress-induced slumber; and every time I go to the bathroom, the urination orgasms get stronger. They start out as almost painful but not quite — and since I know this process, I know what I’m experiencing. There is no actual pain, and the key is NOT to clench UP on the urinary muscles but to relax and release them — almost pushing down and out, which makes the U-orgasms stronger (and even more awesome). I can experience 2 or 3 climaxes each time I go to the bathroom. After each time, I notice the water in the toilet is cloudy. The stronger the urination climaxes, the cloudier the water. Again, knowing what’s happening is important as pain during urination and “cloudy” urine can be a sign of a urinary tract infection. But again, there isn’t any pain — just lots of multiples pleasure, and the cloudiness is from the prostate, which creates creamy lube — vaginal fluid is clear.
I do my both-hands-on stim — 2 fingers of my left hand inside with my right hand on my external clit. This feels amazing, and it goes on for about 15 minutes. I can tell I’ve slipped the gear for climax and gone straight into the higher aroused state, which can last for a half hour, an hour, or longer, just depends on when my body can manage a climax at that point… or if my wrists and shoulders give out.
Not really wanting to spend an hour on this with no guarantee of a climax (though lots of orgasms are happening!), I decide to get out my glass toy. The glass toy does the trick. Reaching the exact spot of my She Spot is a little difficult sometimes — she moves around depending on how aroused I am and how swollen my internal erectile tissues are (and the layers of vaginal muscles pushing in). This is the main reason men have trouble locating and keeping track of the “G-spot” — SHE MOVES! 🙂
The glass toy has become an integral part of my sexual/sensual routine. The glass toy is not a penis “replacement,” as it isn’t shaped like a penis — more like a really strong finger that can reach up inside to the spots I can’t, even up to the A-spot, though I’m concentrating on my prostate to keep her awakening/training on schedule.
The climax with the glass toy is stunningly glorious, and better yet, emotional! I associate my climax orgasms with a deep emotional connection — just like I need my sex — and since I had not cried after a climax in about two months, this was a welcome return to my orgasms as I know them and love them.
I am satiated and assume I’ll just lay back, maybe doze off, enthralled in the bliss of orgasms and a multiple climax. After about 10 minutes, I think, “Why not try the cyberskin and see if he fits?” Agreeing with myself (as I often do), I reach for him and apply some of my favorite lube (I always use lube with toys — it’s just not the same as skin on skin). I take a deep breath, and press the tip of my most favorite toy to my vaginal opening, and on my exhale, I try to slide him in. I get the tip in, and it stings a little as it always does — darn horny prostate! 🙂 I breathe again, and on the exhale try pushing him in a little further. I can feel him passing through the opening of my pubic bone, stretching me to my max. Slowly bringing him a little further in, I start crying. It feels so amazing, I literally start crying and having orgasms. And I’m not moving him! This has only happened once before, so I wasn’t completely surprised… just pleasantly surprised… and so awestruck by the emotion as well as the physical and subtle body sensations coursing through my body.
I move him slowly for several minutes — he felt amazing — but I wasn’t sure how long I could last in that orgasm stupor, so I sped up the thrusting a bit, and that sent me into orgasms. I speed up further, and I’m soon crying even more from the pleasure. I thrust him as fast as I can, and I’m off in another level of orgasm I’d missed for the past 2 months. When the ultimate climaxes started, I am in such a state: crying, orgasming, and moaning sounds that are practically howls of rapture. My climaxes are not localized to the clitoris; they are full-body and go upward and outward not downward. I am in vertigo and floating. This is where I love to be. I am home.
I keep the climaxes going as long as I can — until my hands absolutely must fly up over my head, and so they do. By this point my crying is deep, wracking sobs, my knees up pulled up to my chest, and my hands up above me, fingers splayed.
I’m sure anyone watching this might be a little freaked out. 🙂 But female orgasm is a powerful force of Nature. And I love being a force of Nature. )O(
Aroused and powerful,