The inevitable return of the writing exercise

[TheEarl]

It's the return of the...Oh wait, No wait, you're kidding,
He didn't say what I think he said, did he?

The mighty writing exercises are back once and for all and courtesy of an inspired comment by Pear. The challenge this time is to write an orgasm in no less than 200 words. No prelude, no nothing. You have to describe what your orgasm feels like in more than 200 words.

Who's brave enough to have the first go?

The Earl

 

[Guest]

filthy lucre is

what Lord Byron called it.

I'm asking what's the prize for the best big O description?

 

[Quasimodem]

"!"



That's my story in a nutshell.*

Personally, I think I'd rather sign up for some pony-training.



* See Sig.

 

[Guest]

My Story of O

My clit felt like a volcano the moment before eruption—the core hot and out of control just before a hell’s dimension of white-hot energy must obey the laws of nature. The heat began to spread like a first lava spew, yet was simultaneously enclosed in that miniscule peak beneath my fingertip. My body felt like a series of intensely out-of-order frames from a time-lapse film—earth’s tectonic history. I became a planet coming out of the Big Bang; yet felt the creation of the universe within me too. The plates—my thighs, my calves, my breasts and pelvis—began to palpably move and shift, creating continents out of every part of me, each living cell finally becoming an earthquake, a tsunami, an erupting mountain range. The magic was the disparity between the large and small, the macro physiology in tune with the micro. In the very core of each throbbing nipple seemed an Everest’s weight of utter pleasure and emotional delight. Beneath—the lava’s final flow covered the wild and undiscovered range of my thighs and belly; even my face became flushed with the rising, spreading heat—all contained in the triune power of my nipples and clit. I came.

MS Word Count: 201

 

[pop_54]

Re: My Story of O

My clit felt like a volcano the moment before eruption—the core hot and out of control just before a hell’s dimension of white-hot energy must obey the laws of nature. The heat began to spread like a first lava spew, yet was simultaneously enclosed in that miniscule peak beneath my fingertip. My body felt like a series of intensely out-of-order frames from a time-lapse film—earth’s tectonic history. I became a planet coming out of the Big Bang; yet felt the creation of the universe within me too. The plates—my thighs, my calves, my breasts and pelvis—began to palpably move and shift, creating continents out of every part of me, each living cell finally becoming an earthquake, a tsunami, an erupting mountain range. The magic was the disparity between the large and small, the macro physiology in tune with the micro. In the very core of each throbbing nipple seemed an Everest’s weight of utter pleasure and emotional delight. Beneath—the lava’s final flow covered the wild and undiscovered range of my thighs and belly; even my face became flushed with the rising, spreading heat—all contained in the triune power of my nipples and clit. I came.

MS Word Count: 201

So did I reading that

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: My Story of O

So did I reading that

Damn, I missed it! (Was reading a dopey pony girl post.)

Let's come together next time; must get our time zones aligned.

 

[pop_54]

Re: Re: Re: My Story of O

Damn, I missed it! (Was reading a dopey pony girl post.)

Let's come together next time; must get our time zones aligned.

Best get everything aligned darling or it could get messy, hehe!!

 

[Guest]

O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O . . .

Best get everything aligned darling or it could get messy, hehe!!

I love messy, we have to have messy, Pops!
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Earl, forgive us.

Just give me the purse and I'll be on my way.

Pops' Pear

 

[MathGirl]

Re: My Story of O

MS Word Count: 201

Very good, Dita. Hotcha!
MG

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: My Story of O

Very good, Dita. Hotcha!

Babycakes: what's this Dita? Make me think of *Demi Moore, don't do that (make me think of Demi Moore, yuk).

Ditto

*pr. DeMEE!

 

[Guest]

dita?

perdita-

when i see you, i think "querida".

it is what i call one of my dearest friends (from guatemala).

b

 

[Guest]

Re: dita?

perdita-

when i see you, i think "querida".

it is what i call one of my dearest friends (from guatemala).

b

Dear Bridget, lovely of you to say. I love that expression.

quidate, Perdita

 

[oggbashan]

See other thread

The other thread "An Orgasm" has some great descriptions:

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=178051

Og