How to describe vaginal penetration

[Zeb_Carter]

Hmmm. How do you think this might relate to the phenomena of stigmata?

Stigmata is more prevalent among women then men.

So a woman wears her vagina on her arm?

 

[Stella_Omega]

So a woman wears her vagina on her arm?

I thought that was my wrist watch!


My cunt has NO sense of time, yanno?

 

[3113]

So a woman wears her vagina on her arm?

I dunno, but I see a plot bunny where much needed plasma is gotten by stimulating women....

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Doc,
If you liked Bonk, ( and I about fell out of the leaf pile laughing when I read it) you'll love The Dawn of Sex. The authors, a married couple, go into quite a lot of detail about what those early primates and just-before-the-advent-of-agriculture humans were up to--and still are! Very informative, inspirational for those of us of a polyamory-manque' turn of mind, and funny? Man!

 

[Selena_Kitt]

I'm glad Doc chimed in. He was who I thought of when this question came up. I read a story of his once (it's unfortunately not on his list here at Lit - perhaps never finished?) about an immigrant woman and her roommate who decide to become "fuck buddies" - and how that works - or doesn't. Of course, how do you fuck without emotion getting involved at all? It's a great question for an erotic writer.

But one scene in particular has stuck with me since (and I read this years ago) and it was the first penetration scene. It was masterful. Truly.

Doc, if you still have it, post it here!

 

[Pure]

thanks!

for the original question, 'what's it like?' , after we discredited the crude metaphor of finger in ear, we reached a detailed anatomical understanding thanks to the text and pictures posted. i've found i'm finally able to write the perennially difficult lovemaking scenes with proper appreciation of the female experience.

i offer this example, with thanks!

After Derek walked through the door, Monica flung herself into his arms. He kissed her deeply and held her against him. Inexorably the couple moved towards the sofa, his hands pulling down her panties along the way. Her hand cupped his balls and drew him towards her, his erect cock already leaking secretions from his Cowper's glands. Her inner labia thrilled to the touch of his bulb, and she felt his frenulum slide past the slick rugose surface of her inner lips; then his sulcus, and he was inside.

Monica was consumed with hunger for his body; her hips ground against him and her Skene’s and vaginal secretions flowed out beside his cock. She felt the pressure of Derek inside, partly against her bladder, which she hadn't had time to empty. The astonishingly large organ she'd formerly called her 'clit', was engorged, tingling, and responding to the pressure of his much smaller cock and his pubic bone. "Do it hard, honey, deep," she moaned.

Derek's corpus cavernosum was fully engorged, as were Monica's vestibular bulbs, which lessened her urge to urinate. The extrusion of her clitoral glans caused her thrilling sensations to peak, and she fell into voluptuous abandonment. Her heart was joyous, pounding at his continued thrusts, which she met with equal enthusiasm.

She tightly cuffed his little organ in her bulbs, which impelled his hard thrusts and moved him quickly towards climax. The peak sensations near the tip of her clitoris, from his pressure, became more diffused as it withdrew under its hood. As she approached orgasm, the pressure sensations diminished as the inner two thirds of her vagina ballooned out to receive his emission.

"I love you so much!" he said, as the contractions of his prostate and seminal vesicles started. He jammed the shaft deep into her and ejected, in all, about 5ml of semen into her posterior fornix. Monica's vaginal contractions at .8 second intervals obtunded her consciousness and heightened his ecstasy as their bodies fused together, in clonic spasms. Afterwards, relaxing into his arms, she was pleased to think how her dilated bulbs had prevented any nasty germs from entering her urethra. "Derek, I love you," she said.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Thanks, pure, That was an awesome example of something I never want to read.

 

[ciaddict]

for the original question, 'what's it like?' , after we discredited the crude metaphor of finger in ear, we reached a detailed anatomical understanding thanks to the text and pictures posted. i've found i'm finally able to write the perenially difficult lovemaking scenes with proper appreciation of the female experience.

i offer this example, with thanks!

After Derek walked through the door, Monica flung herself into his arms. He kissed her deeply and held her against him. Inexorably the couple moved towards the sofa, his hands pulling down her panties along the way. Her hand cupped his balls and drew him towards her, his erect cock already leaking secretions from his Cowper's glands. Her inner labia thrilled to the touch of his bulb, and she felt his frenulum slide past the slick rugose surface of her inner lips; then his sulcus, and he was inside.

Monica was consumed with hunger for his body; her hips ground against him and her Skene’s and vaginal secretions flowed out beside his cock. She felt the pressure of Derek inside, partly against her bladder, which she hadn't had time to empty. The astonishingly large organ she'd formerly called her 'clit', was engorged, tingling, and responding to the pressure of his much smaller cock and his pubic bone. "Do it hard, honey, deep," she moaned.

Derek's corpus cavernosum was fully engorged, as were Monica's vestibular bulbs, which lessened her urge to urinate. The extrusion of her clitoral glans caused her thrilling sensations to peak, and she fell into voluptuous abandonment. Her heart was joyous, pounding at his continued thrusts, which she met with equal enthusiasm.

She tightly cuffed his little organ in her bulbs, which impelled his hard thrusts and moved him quickly towards climax. The peak sensations near the tip of her clitoris, from his pressure, became more diffused as it withdrew under its hood. As she approached orgasm, the pressure sensations diminished as the inner two thirds of her vagina ballooned out to receive his emission.

"I love you so much!" he said, as the contractions of his prostate and seminal vesicles started. He jammed the shaft deep into her and ejected, in all, about 5ml of semen into her posterior fornix. Monica's vaginal contractions at .8 second intervals obtunded her consciousness and heightened his ecstasy as their bodies fused together, in clonic spasms. Afterwards, relaxing into his arms, she was pleased to think how her dilated bulbs had prevented any nasty germs from entering her urethra. "Derek, I love you," she said.

Perfect! I love this! LOL

 

[sr71plt]

Thanks, pure, That was an awesome example of something I never want to read.

Yep. Can't get more clinical and nonerotic that that. Yuck.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Yep. Can't get more clinical and nonerotic that that. Yuck.

Despite all the emotions and feelings described, huh? because he did include them... just not in language that triggers our turn-on reflexes.

 

[sr71plt]

Despite all the emotions and feelings described, huh? because he did include them... just not in language that triggers our turn-on reflexes.

Yep. I do try to write some too, though, where the only emotion that counts is carnal pleasure. I have several series of basically happy hooker ones, where I dispense with the need to justify why they are doing what they are doing other than that they just like to fuck. Then the plot line and circumstance can be constructed around something other than psychological preparation--or force.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Yep. I do try to write some too, though, where the only emotion that counts is carnal pleasure. I have several series of basically happy hooker ones, where I dispense with the need to justify why they are doing what they are doing other than that they just like to fuck. Then the plot line and circumstance can be constructed around something other than psychological preparation--or force.

Same here. A lot of people seem to misunderstand that, and think that "erotica"n has to be about the feelings in the sense of "Ooooohhhhh gooooodddd Iiii Loooove youuuuu sooooo muchhhh!!!!"

Sometimes it's about "She felt the heat start in her spine and whimpered in anticipation. Sure enough, the orgasm, so long delayed, nearly broke her in two. She was grateful for the support of the sling as she sobbed in the aftermath."

(or he, as you prefer)

 

[jomar]

for the original question, 'what's it like?' , after we discredited the crude metaphor of finger in ear, we reached a detailed anatomical understanding thanks to the text and pictures posted. i've found i'm finally able to write the perenially difficult lovemaking scenes with proper appreciation of the female experience.

i offer this example, with thanks!

I laughed. Thanks.

 

[MarlowBunny]

------ VS. ------

The director loved the shot. He let it go on and on. Several times, the director squatted just inches in from of Anne’s face and admired her acting. She had the perfect expression of loathing mixed with arousal.

In fact, Anne was paralyzed with fear that the next thrust would stuff her full of penis, and she felt tremendous guilt that she almost hoped it would. She could not remember the last time she had been so aroused. There were a dozen people watching. There were bright lights. There were multiple cameras filming from every direction including right into her face. The actor was grunting with exertion, and her body was being handled very roughly.

Then, it happened. The thrusts had been running up and down her slit regularly. The ridge of the actor’s circumcised penis had been rubbing over her clitoris for the last several minutes. A slight adjustment of their two bodies brought them together, and she felt as if she had never been spread wider. The penis was not particularly large, but her twat had never wanted a penis so much before.

It felt unbelievably good! It was just as if the famous actor was scratching an itch that she didn’t know she had. She felt a rising sensation that she barely recognized. Suddenly, an orgasm swept through Anne’s lithe body. Her muscles involuntarily clenched. A blush spread down her body and was visible on her face for the camera. Her breath was trapped in her chest as she realized that she had her first orgasm on film.

The director either didn’t notice or was distracted because the thrusting continued for a few moments. The actor didn’t even pull out. Anne began to worry that the actor might come inside her. She was already panicked with belated realization that she was betraying the man she loved. At the same time, it felt so good. She was amazed by the sensation and wanted to experience another orgasm as soon as possible. Finally, the director yelled “Cut.”

 

[3113]

i've found i'm finally able to write the perenially difficult lovemaking scenes with proper appreciation of the female experience.

OMG, Pure! You captured it! That's exactly what it's like for us females! I feel so close to you now. Can we cuddle and share oxytocin?

 

[sr71plt]

I'm afraid there are a couple of phrases, their crudity and where they are placed (and both making me want to laugh inappropriately) in this that kill the eroticism for me.

"stuff her full of penis"

"her twat" (in an otherwise erotic paragraph)

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Then there is the "loathing" concept that isn't explained and gets in the way of concentrating on the rest. What loathing? Why?

the perfect expression of loathing mixed with arousal.

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And then, in terms of describing the sensations of it, the description doesn't really do that (and indicates from the get go that the sensations aren't going to be described--"barely recognizable") What follows is a clinical litany of the physical side effects, not the emotional sensations of the cock working inside her. (Although it's probably a nicer try at it than most writers manage.)

If it's just a muscle clench, a blush, and a shortness of breath, I'd feel cheated. I can get more interesting/stimulating sensations and emotions from a man's cock inside me than that.

She felt a rising sensation that she barely recognized. Suddenly, an orgasm swept through Anne’s lithe body. Her muscles involuntarily clenched. A blush spread down her body and was visible on her face for the camera. Her breath was trapped in her chest

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And this was a cliched death thrust to eroticism for me. For me, it flips over into cheap Romance writing.

She was already panicked with belated realization that she was betraying the man she loved.

Yuck. If you signed up for the fuck, just enjoy it. The thoughts about the "man you love" should be worked out a long time before (or after) getting into this position. These trite "oh woe is poor, weak me" interjections kill the eroticism of this particular scene--they belong in some other scene.

 

[MarlowBunny]

The text was an excerpt from on of my first and one of my more popular stories on Literotica: "The Simulated Sex." http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=498500

The word "twat" is probably misplaced, but I was trying to insinuate vulgarity. "Stuff her full of penis" makes me laugh now too

The "loathing" concept was hopefully explained in the prior 600 or so words that set the scene. The story is about an actress who is supposed to be "simulating" sex. The "belated realization" results from being caught up in a moment that wasn't supposed to happen and then feeling remorse at the consequences.

What I am hoping to improve via this thread is clarification of your statement: "If it's just a muscle clench, a blush, and a shortness of breath, I'd feel cheated. I can get more interesting/stimulating sensations and emotions from a man's cock inside me than that."

Do tell. Please.

 

[sr71plt]

Do tell. Please.

Well, OK, although the question is how women feel--which is something I can't have any idea of.

But for me, much of the arousal is the concept of merging, the sensation that I am so desirable to a man who I find desirable that he has to hold and control and be inside me and that, for the time we're together, he'll lose himself in the act--be a beast, wild--overwhelmed with the need to fuck me just as I need to be fully possessed. Once started, can't be stopped. That look of surprise in his face just before he's lost to me when he realizes it's going to happen--and that I'm going to maybe struggle a bit if I sense he's hot for the hunt, but am going to give in to him, an element of surprise intensifying the shudder of realization, the sense of victory of the hunt at my capitulation to him--acceptance of his domination of me--my signal of wanting him. My own heightened arousal at seeing all of these emotions in his face--and in the erection that represents that I am desirable to him. All of this is sending arousal up the scale long before there's any penetration. (Or maybe only shortly, which can be fun too.)

That's all largely mental/emotional. But it's connected with the physical, represented by him, in fact, getting erect for me and then being inside me--and touching and prodding and squeezing with parts not inside me. Merging as much as possible. And when it's really good, being connected to me all along the body and doing these with his teeth and tongue and hands that are in full consort with what he's doing inside me. Talking dirty to me. And size does matter in this merging--to me. The longer, thicker the better. Being gaspingly filled and stretched--the visual arousal of seeing what I must sheath. Because it's all about being merged and dominated, totally possessed. And the variation of the stroking, taking my breath away, making me gasp. Finding and working the prostate, his hand (preferably--mine if not his) stroking my own cock, bringing me to an edge of tightness and readiness to explode, and maybe pulling it back so that the next wave is even more intense.

And it becomes not just the possession by the cock but then the movement of the cock and how, involuntarily, it makes me tremble, feel electricity through my body, the moans, grunts, and groans connecting with me and pulling out similar, complementary responses from me. Lifting me up; slamming me down. The pumping of the cock causing me, unconsciously, to roll my hips in rhythm, my channel muscles to undulate over the possessing, throbbing cock. And then the feeling of the power I have over him--to make him shudder and come--to stop breathing and come close to death for me--just as I have already--or better yet, nearly at the same time. If I can see them, the look in his eyes as he comes--knowing I have pulled that out of him.

The anticipation that twenty minutes later, he may do it all over again--in a different position.

You asked.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Now, that's hot.

 

[MarlowBunny]

That is hot. I am straight and not at all submissive, but that still boils my blood. This is evidence to me that the human condition transcends mere gender. It is very well conveyed indeed. Thank you.

 

[Handley_Page]

for the original question, 'what's it like?' , after we discredited the crude metaphor of finger in ear, we reached a detailed anatomical understanding thanks to the text and pictures posted. i've found i'm finally able to write the perennially difficult lovemaking scenes with proper appreciation of the female experience.

i offer this example, with thanks!

After Derek walked through the door, Monica flung herself into his arms. He kissed her deeply and held her against him. Inexorably the couple moved towards the sofa, his hands pulling down her panties along the way. Her hand cupped his balls and drew him towards her, his erect cock already leaking secretions from his Cowper's glands. Her inner labia thrilled to the touch of his bulb, and she felt his frenulum slide past the slick rugose surface of her inner lips; then his sulcus, and he was inside.

Monica was consumed with hunger for his body; her hips ground against him and her Skene’s and vaginal secretions flowed out beside his cock. She felt the pressure of Derek inside, partly against her bladder, which she hadn't had time to empty. The astonishingly large organ she'd formerly called her 'clit', was engorged, tingling, and responding to the pressure of his much smaller cock and his pubic bone. "Do it hard, honey, deep," she moaned.

Derek's corpus cavernosum was fully engorged, as were Monica's vestibular bulbs, which lessened her urge to urinate. The extrusion of her clitoral glans caused her thrilling sensations to peak, and she fell into voluptuous abandonment. Her heart was joyous, pounding at his continued thrusts, which she met with equal enthusiasm.

She tightly cuffed his little organ in her bulbs, which impelled his hard thrusts and moved him quickly towards climax. The peak sensations near the tip of her clitoris, from his pressure, became more diffused as it withdrew under its hood. As she approached orgasm, the pressure sensations diminished as the inner two thirds of her vagina ballooned out to receive his emission.

"I love you so much!" he said, as the contractions of his prostate and seminal vesicles started. He jammed the shaft deep into her and ejected, in all, about 5ml of semen into her posterior fornix. Monica's vaginal contractions at .8 second intervals obtunded her consciousness and heightened his ecstasy as their bodies fused together, in clonic spasms. Afterwards, relaxing into his arms, she was pleased to think how her dilated bulbs had prevented any nasty germs from entering her urethra. "Derek, I love you," she said.

What an absolutely perfect example of the best kind of technical handbook ever written, as well as a good guide to English usage.

A real Blast !

 

[kiltsr4guys]

Huh?

I am a man. I am clueless. I asked my wife to describe the sensation of vaginal penetration by my penis and/or her realistic (but bigger than me) ribbed purple dildo. She said vaginal penetration feels just like having a finger inserted and wiggled in your ear canal. She said that when properly aroused, it feels the same except you have a nagging itch in your ear canal and the wiggling finger scratches it.

So, as an author, should I just get over romantic descriptions of vaginal intercourse? Should I write from the female perspective with language I would use to describe having an ear cleaned by a particularly talented q-tip wielding Casanova?

Or does my wife just have really sensitive ear canals?

Huh........I can't hear you I got something in my ear....

 

[Bebeslut]

So a woman wears her vagina on her arm?

I have a character who has a tattoo of a kitten licking its pussy on her arm.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Its identical to taking a great shit...only backwards.

 

[mynameisben]

I completely understand how and why women tend to wax poetic about vaginal penetration. But when you get right down to it, it's really not all that different from plunging a backed up toilet. You get in, you get the job done. If she flushes when you jiggle her handle, you move on to your next project.