Describe the Orgasm in Detail

[HighDrive5]

Hey, I'm 28m and I just thought I'd put my 2 cents in on how to make stories more arousing. That is, describe the orgasm and its effects on the penis/vagina in particular.

For example if you're writing about a man about to cum in a woman

'His cock began to twitch as a tingly sensation spread from the shaft to the head. His eyes began to involuntarily close as his nuts tensed up. Finally the first spurt of cum shot out as her pussy walls snuggly gripped his shaft.

 

[Bramblethorn]

This is very much a matter of personal preference. Some readers want that kind of detailed description, others not so much.

 

[32aa]

I agree with Bramblethorn.

For me i like the detail. i like to feel like i'm in the moment, feeling what the characters are going through. i like a detailed build up, from initial kissing, to stroking, licking, etc. it's the way that i write all of my stories.

Again, that's just me.

 

[tenyari]

Varies by the scene and story.

Sometimes details is good, sometimes it's not.

There is an ever growing number of stories out there where I have skipped past half the sex scene to get back to the interesting plot, and vice versa.

It's really an artform to know when you should be tweaking what dial in your reader's imagination. No author will get it right all of the time - but a good way to get it wrong is to just keep using the same tactic.

 

[AlexBailey]

'She gripped his handle between her forefinger and thumb and turned gently as a sound began to emanate from within. His inner tension continued building until she popped his latch and Jack sprung out of the box.'

(Or would it be 'sprang out of the box'?)

 

[WhoNeedsAUsername]

'She gripped his handle between her forefinger and thumb and turned gently as a sound began to emanate from within. His inner tension continued building until she popped his latch and Jack sprung out of the box.'

(Or would it be 'sprang out of the box'?)

Or you could go the Led Zeppelin route:

'She squeezed his lemon until the juice ran down his leg..'

 

[gunhilltrain]

Or you could go the Led Zeppelin route:

'She squeezed his lemon until the juice ran down his leg..'

Lots of songs allude to it without quite saying it. Well, it's not a very good song, but The Steve Miller Band has, "I really love your peaches,
wanna shake your tree." I know, the whole thing makes me gag. Aretha Franklin does it better in Freeway of Love. The highway is not necessarily a road, and her Pink Cadillac is probably not her vehicle either.

 

[Pureotica]

He grunted. He popped. He rolled over and collapsed, comatose in sleep.

But not before tugging the covers over his lover's head, and sputtering a wet, lusty, cabbage and jalapeno fart.

For some reason, the erstwhile couple never saw each other again.

 

[GrushaVashnadze]

In my story Fuck Talk Too, a fantasy genital-swap story, I set myself the challenge of two characters simultaneously experiencing the orgasm of the other's gender for the first time ever, i.e. the male wakes up with a vagina, and the female wakes up with a penis, and they each masturbate themselves to their respective orgasms in their new genders. Here are a couple of excerpts:

As Grusha's orgasm overtook him, he realised just how much he had changed. For this was not like the closely-channelled man-orgasms he was used to: this was everywhere, enveloping him, transporting him, suffusing every last corner of his trembling, thrashing body. So used to maintaining control, he lost control, his body bucking and writhing in pleasure as a series of inchoate animalistic groans welled up deep inside him, then escaped, echoing noisily around the room. [...]

Violet felt the opposite. So used to orgasms taking her over body completely, she observed instead in amazement as this one channelled itself more and more narrowly into her cock. It was as if the rest of her body had disappeared: all that mattered was her cock, her hot, desperate, throbbing cock, stiffening further in her palm. [...]

Grusha, meanwhile, felt overwhelmed. No sensation in the world had ever prepared him for this. He lay, panting, whimpering, moaning, as eventually he came down from his orgasm, and felt his fingers slip gently out of his wet frigged-out cunt. Slowly, he brought his slippery fingers to his mouth, inhaled deeply to bask in the gorgeous pungent fragrance, and sucked off the warm juice one finger at a time. "Oh God, oh fuck," he moaned, "that's so fucking good..."

If you are a writer, are you conscious of the different ways in which orgasm is experienced by each gender, and how do you express it in your writing? I am curious...