After the orgasm

[NoJo]

I tried once to describe the feeling, almost more pleasurable than the moment of orgasm itself, when you lie there, absolutely relaxed and serene, the endorphins surging through you. It's almost impossible to dissociate that feeling with pleasure itself. It almost defines what it is to feel pleasure.

"Afterglow" is sort of okay as a description, but I don't think it does that feeling justice.

Has anyone here read (or written) a good description of it?

 

[carsonshepherd]

I think you just did, Joe.

Except you left out hungry...

 

[dr_mabeuse]

You mean you're supposed to feel relaxed afterwards? I always want to thumb wrestle.

Woody Allen said the perfect woman was the one who turned into a six-pack and a Knicks game after sex.

 

[Guest]

*grin*

A friend from college said she always felt like jumping up and baking cookies after really great sex.

I told her she must not be having really great sex.

For me personally, afterglow is a good descriptor. Add to it those quivering waves of pleasure, the warm feeling throughout my body, the light sheen of perspiration trickling between my breasts, the thud-thud-thud as my heart rate slowly returns to normal.

And all of that is happening while my body is probably in a unique position, or restrained, or well-spanked. Anyway.

Great sex makes me utterly relaxed and allows my husband to sing his favorite mantra of

"I put your ass to sleep . . ."

 

[impressive]

Bliss

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Somewhere I saw a chart comparing the orgasm with the sneeze.

Both bring relief.

Both require tissue afterwards

Both drive you mad if you stop before finishing.

That's about it.

 

[NoJo]

Somewhere I saw a chart comparing the orgasm with the sneeze.

Both bring relief.

Both require tissue afterwards

Both drive you mad if you stop before finishing.

That's about it.

If you're now me, then who am I?

 

[cantdog]

CSN&Y back in the day. "Lady of the Island."




Holding you close undisturbed before the fire
The pressure in my chest when you breathe in my ear
We both knew this would happen when you first appeared
My lady of the island

The brownness of your body in the fire glow
Except the places where the sun refused to go
Our bodies were a perfect fit
In afterglow we lay, my lady of the island


Letting myself wander through the world inside your eyes
You know I'd like to stay here until every tear runs dry


Wrapped around each other in the peeping sun
Beams of sunshine light the stage, the red light's on
I never want to finish what I've just begun
With you
My lady of the island.......

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

tranquil - serene - languorous - dreamy

Rumple Foreskin :cool"

 

[CharleyH]

A friend from college said she always felt like jumping up and baking cookies after really great sex.

I told her she must not be having really great sex.

For me personally, afterglow is a good descriptor. Add to it those quivering waves of pleasure, the warm feeling throughout my body, the light sheen of perspiration trickling between my breasts, the thud-thud-thud as my heart rate slowly returns to normal.

You forgot to mention and do it again. Women have MUCH more stamina

EDIT TO ADD: And oh, good thread Joe. It gives me an opportunity to ask the question about what are the physical feelings of men during sex? I am writing from a male perspective in this story, but I have no idea how it feels to have a cock. Someone described it to me months ago, but unfortunately, I deleted the email. It was a great description regarding the levels of feeling, physical reaction, I mean.

I am genuinely wanting to make this story good. Thanks, anyone.

 

[impressive]

Women have MUCH more stamina

Oh ... and get to the place where one orgasm comes (ha!) so close on the heels of the last that you question if it's another or the same. Mega-gasm. Mmmmmmm.

 

[English Lady]

Great Sex either ends up with me floating on a sea of blissful wonder or it pumps me up and makes me want to cook (great sex can lead to the need to bake cookies)

Actually I did that today. Real, hot, passionate growly sex and then I skipped to the kitchen to bake flapjacks

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Oh ... and get to the place where one orgasm comes (ha!) so close on the heels of the last that you question if it's another or the same. Mega-gasm. Mmmmmmm.

That happens? I'm so deprived...

 

[CharleyH]

Oh ... and get to the place where one orgasm comes (ha!) so close on the heels of the last that you question if it's another or the same. Mega-gasm. Mmmmmmm.

LOL - I think you have coined a new phrase

 

[pop_54]

I tried once to describe the feeling, almost more pleasurable than the moment of orgasm itself, when you lie there, absolutely relaxed and serene, the endorphins surging through you. It's almost impossible to dissociate that feeling with pleasure itself. It almost defines what it is to feel pleasure.

"Afterglow" is sort of okay as a description, but I don't think it does that feeling justice.

Has anyone here read (or written) a good description of it?

Fucked!

 

[Guest]

Fucked!

Slight correction, dear pops.

Well fucked.

 

[SweetVA]

I tried once to describe the feeling, almost more pleasurable than the moment of orgasm itself, when you lie there, absolutely relaxed and serene, the endorphins surging through you. It's almost impossible to dissociate that feeling with pleasure itself. It almost defines what it is to feel pleasure.

"Afterglow" is sort of okay as a description, but I don't think it does that feeling justice.

Has anyone here read (or written) a good description of it?

"I'd like another, please!"?

VA

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Slight correction, dear pops.

Well fucked.

Truly well fucked.

as opposed to:

Well and truly fucked.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[Guest]

Both, please.

Both interpretations are delicious.

 

[Guest]

Delicious bump.

 

[The_Fool]

I remember moments of semi-lucidity where breathing was something I barely remembered much less talking. All my joints were rubber and there was no way I was able to move. Covers had been kicked off the bed and heat radiated the room, no matter if there was frost on the windows. Don't ask me to talk, don't ask me to think. Everything is meaningless other than the sensation that has left my body trembling and my jaw aching from the grimacing smile. Just let me drive in cruise for a few moments and don't touch my cock.

 

[Guest]

I remember moments of semi-lucidity where breathing was something I barely remembered much less talking. All my joints were rubber and there was no way I was able to move. Covers had been kicked off the bed and heat radiated the room, no matter if there was frost on the windows. Don't ask me to talk, don't ask me to think. Everything is meaningless other than the sensation that has left my body trembling and my jaw aching from the grimacing smile. Just let me drive in cruise for a few moments and don't touch my cock.

Sheets soaked with perspiration.

Thudding heartbeats.

Waves of sensation.

Mmmm.

 

[The_Fool]

Sheets soaked with perspiration.

Thudding heartbeats.

Waves of sensation.

Mmmm.

One time, foreplay was a nonstop sequence of me telling her stories, whispered in her ear, while she masturbated. I remember she had such smooth skin that I loved to caress while I spoke of daydreams and naughty thoughts. It was almost timeless, so quite except for my whispers and her moans. The sheets were soaked, but very little of it was perspiration. I call it foreplay, becuase when we finally made love...

 

[Guest]

One time, foreplay was a nonstop sequence of me telling her stories, whispered in her ear, while she masturbated. I remember she had such smooth skin that I loved to caress while I spoke of daydreams and naughty thoughts. It was almost timeless, so quite except for my whispers and her moans. The sheets were soaked, but very little of it was perspiration. I call it foreplay, becuase when we finally made love...

*swoon*

 

[PREMwriter]

euphoria. as pure and simple, yet so complex and cluttered. That's the feeling I get after orgasm.