Writing an orgasm

Thank you everyone for your replies. I should have posted this a few days ago before I submitted two stories for publishing. :) i reviewed them and removed a little bit of vowel and consanant salad that represented orgasms, but fortunately I mostly wrote as many of you suggested, describing the impact on the individual. So I re-submitted those two stories and I'll be sure there is no "salad" in future stories.
 
This is exceedingly prevalent, yes.

1 ~ Hot babe Girl sees guy.
2 ~ Guy does nothing.
3 ~ Girl mounts onto guy.
4 ~ Guy provides large penis.
5 ~ Girl rides guy.
6 ~ Guy does nothing.
7 ~ Girl feeds her big tiddies to guy.
8 ~ Guy gives them a suck.
9 ~ Girl cums everywhere soaking the sheets (proving that Guy is the world's greatest lay).
10 ~ Guy cums simultaneously (because there's no way in Hades that he'd ever cum before she does, guy has perfect timing).

The guy readers all give this a 5 for its realism and hotness, but the girl readers (the real ones) back out the moment that they realize that Guy is nothing but a goddamn dildo that requires food and water. : /

Hey guys! Give us some better men, will ya?

I want to both "like" this and "laugh" at it! Thanks! :love:
 
There are of course a million ways to write them, and you'll probably get a million examples here.

Ill provide one. For this one I went for less graphic, more flowery language:

With her free hand, Emily found her aching sex. Warm embers soon became a raging fire as she stoked the flames of her desire, the nerve endings of her swollen nub lit up with need like a billion candles burning.

Emily desperately tried not to rattle the bed as her fingers danced along her velvet folds, but as her passion built, that became more difficult. Her body trembled with pleasure, legs shaking, toes curled tight.

Emily buried her face in her pillow as her orgasm gripped her, trying to stifle her cries.

She sighed softly as the final waves subsided, her body now relaxed and still as she caught her breath.
What a lot of Emilies 😬
 
My wife has started to complain about me taking notes midway through, and asking for her input during and after. But for a while there I was getting some very useful ideas.

So wifey, does touching you here make you want to "hunh, hunh, hunh" or would you rather, "OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD!"?
 
I think "OMG!" during an orgasm is BS. Personally, when I come the last person I'm thinking about is God.
Are you religious?

Just asking, because secular people say OMG all the time just because it's a saying, and they aren't thinking about God when they say it, orgasm or not.
 
One of my more flowery efforts:

Then slowly the tremors abate. Now it is me who feels the aftershocks of your quake. Insistent intimate intrusions. A thumb strategically placed to take my breath away. And suddenly, I'm ascending. Carried relentlessly upwards towards the apex. Your humming motor drives my train to an exquisite inflection of excitement. The rollercoaster crests, hangs motionless for an instant, then fails to defy gravity, and plummets. And I scream. Of course I scream.
 
A sample of mine: My world exploded with brilliant darkness, silent thunder and I was sobbing with the purest joy now, still, still, still and I could feel him throbbing and pulsing within me as I fell to his chest, pulling myself against him.

I am happy with ‘brilliant darkness’ and ‘silent thunder’, for the compelling and indescribable nature of a solid orgasm almost demands contradictory terms, IMHO.
 
"She seemed far away now, falling low, and lower, as if the only way out of this was if she fell through the world, becoming the world, and all the while, little screams, like disembodied voices - some hers, some uncannily strange and wild, like the howls of she-wolves in gothic forests - and further she fell, into the dark light of this long profound silence, yes, silence, despite the howling wolves, despite the distant wailing, like a midnight dream, but no sooner had she fallen into this silence the voices would clamour again, submerging her in a trance of flaming skin, and flailing limbs, and she rolled back, and found that if she stayed still the flood would take her, and she would, miraculously, fly, soar, sing, and then the wolves howlede again, like an ancient prothalamion, wrapping her in the moistened universe of joy."
 
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"She seemed far away now, falling low, and lower, as if the only way out of this was if she fell through the world, becoming the world, and all the while, little screams, like disembodied voices - some hers, some uncannily strange and wild, like the howls of she-wolves in gothic forests - and further she fell, into the dark light of this long profound silence, yes, silence, despite the howling wolves, despite the distant wailing, like a midnight dream, but no sooner had she fallen into this silence the voices would clamour again, submerging her in a trance of flaming skin, and flailing limbs, and she rolled back, and found that if she stayed still the flood would take her, and she would, miraculously, fly, soar, sing, and then the wolves howlede again, like an ancient prothalamion, wrapping her in the moistened universe of joy."
This is sublime.. best of its kind. Literary, without even mentioning once that she is having an orgasm. I bow at your feet, milady!!
 
Here is an issue I am struggling with.

How to write an orgasm.

I've read a bunch of stories here and I've seen all sorts of variations on this. Some authors simply don't, meaning that the orgasms aren't written out at all. Some authors simply write the physical impact of the Big O on the particular character. (white flashes, thrusting/jerking hips, fluid expulsion)

Others attempt something and I've seen variations of:

AHHHHH
Ohhhhhh
HYNG
HNNG
and many other letter combinations.

...and the ever popular Oh My God!

How do you write your characters orgasms?
I do the occasional vocalization if I think it'll add to the hotness of the moment. But stuff like groaning, moaning, grunting, panting and the likes I just describe rather than trying to vocalize them.
 
This is exceedingly prevalent, yes.

1 ~ Hot babe Girl sees guy.
2 ~ Guy does nothing.
3 ~ Girl mounts onto guy.
4 ~ Guy provides large penis.
5 ~ Girl rides guy.
6 ~ Guy does nothing.
7 ~ Girl feeds her big tiddies to guy.
8 ~ Guy gives them a suck.
9 ~ Girl cums everywhere soaking the sheets (proving that Guy is the world's greatest lay).
10 ~ Guy cums simultaneously (because there's no way in Hades that he'd ever cum before she does, guy has perfect timing).

The guy readers all give this a 5 for its realism and hotness, but the girl readers (the real ones) back out the moment that they realize that Guy is nothing but a goddamn dildo that requires food and water. : /

Hey guys! Give us some better men, will ya?

I hadn't read this thread and I immediately thought of this from my latest when I read yours, given point #3:

She leaned forward against my chest, my cock still inside her but slowly losing its firmness. She was clearly dissatisfied that she hadn’t been able to finish.

She kissed my chest, then looked up at me. “You do know that I’m gonna keep trying until we both come?”

I looked into her eyes and said, with a completely unfeigned hint of nervousness, “Is this something I’m going to survive?”

“No guarantees,” she said with a laugh. Then she kissed my chest and turned to rub her cheek against me.

I didn't explicitly write a scene where she finished. There was a bit of off-screen sex, so... it happened there! Yes, it most definitely did! :LOL:

I'll need to do so if I ever write a sequel.
 
How about: “Oh my fucking God!”

I actually wrote a scene where my She-Demon character Cozbi LITERALLY fucks God:

Let me tell ya, folks: I've fucked a wide variety in my life. Devils and Demons, Angels and Saints. I'd even shared a bed (and a BDSM dungeon) with Lucy Morningstar herself.

But I'd never been fucked by a true GOD before. I'd never actually visited Heaven; Lesser Demons such as myself were up until recently forbidden. But Alpha was certainly doing his divine best to take me there, pounding me with a power and authority that spoke to his position as Creator of the Universe.

I was clay in his potter's hands. Hands he kept busy, caressing my smooth, sweaty olive skin, each gentle touch a cornucopia of pleasure unto itself. His fingertips sparked with transcendent energy, sending ripples through every preternatural nerve ending of my curvaceous body.
 
One of my more flowery efforts:

Then slowly the tremors abate. Now it is me who feels the aftershocks of your quake. Insistent intimate intrusions. A thumb strategically placed to take my breath away. And suddenly, I'm ascending. Carried relentlessly upwards towards the apex. Your humming motor drives my train to an exquisite inflection of excitement. The rollercoaster crests, hangs motionless for an instant, then fails to defy gravity, and plummets. And I scream. Of course I scream.
Great description. Especially the last sentence. It's still about the orgasm happening, but also already a comment on it. Those four words convey the entire process of an orgasm subsiding, becoming a thing of the past.
 
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