Writing an orgasm

She reversed herself on top of me, now facing my penis, and lowered her cunt back onto my face. She took my cock into her mouth.

I exhaled noisily into her groin thicket. Her lips and tongue caressed the head of my penis then slid down my shaft, while her thick thighs hugged my head and she pressed her cunt onto my mouth.

She was careful. She knew how excited I was and the danger of an early ending. But her licks and sucklings were divine, with lots of time spent on my balls while I tongued her increasingly aroused cunt.

I brought her off once with my tongue up her channel while she ground her hips into me. She had detached from my prick, held it in one hand while her hips quivered and shook and her fluids sopped forth. If she had kept me in her mouth, I surely would have erupted at the same time.

She reversed position again. I was frantic with desire. I wanted to be on top, feel the violence of my hips thrusting into her, but she pushed me back on the bed and slithered her cunt down onto my cock.

Despite my excitement, we coupled for some time. I would feel her cunt clip my cock, revel in the up-and-down, back-and-forth movements on my shaft while her tongue sought mine. My hands were on her soft ass, and I could feel her cheeks quiver as they clenched.

She uncunted twice, to lick my balls, prolong my arousal, and then went back to work. Glances at the mirror with her heavy, swaying breasts in profile inflamed me. She came again and her frantic hip quivers and violent squeezing on my penis fetched me as well. I humped into her, wishing I was on top, but in ecstasy as my sperm filled her.

I had not climaxed this hard in months.

We lay panting, hot and sweaty, fused together. We kissed, my fingers traced her vertebrae, then cradled her ass cheeks. I may have dozed off with exhaustion for a few minutes.
 
Orgasm

Orgasm isn’t a single moment.
It’s a storm -
relentless, merciless, inevitable.

It builds in you like pressure in your veins,
a coil wound so tight you can barely breathe.
Your body betrays you -
restless, trembling, desperate for release.

Then it strikes.
Violent.
Shattering.
A quake that rips through bone and blood,
a surrender you can’t fight,
a ruin you secretly crave.

Orgasm is not an ending.
It’s a detonation -
obliterating every defense you thought you had.

It’s the fire that consumes,
the flood that drowns,
the proof you are alive only when undone.

And when it’s over,
you don’t feel finished.
You feel ravenous.
Because once you’ve burned like this,
you will always hunger for the ruin again.
 
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 try to avoid describing the sound and mostly settle for describing the reactions instead.

For instance...

Instead of: She lifted her head and screamed "YABBA DABBA DOOO!"
I would write: She lifted her head and emitted a loud scream of pleasure.

It's hard to write orgasm sounds without without making the whole thing a bit goofy. But of course if you write comedy, that can work to your advantage.
 
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