Wanted: Intimate insight into the female orgasm

[Exquisition]

Hi,

I've just started posting stories on here under the pseudonym Exquisition. If you've a mind to, you can take a look at my first offering 'Immaculate Conception' which seems to have been pretty well-received.

When I'm writing it's from the male perspective and my own experiences and as a bloke I'm acutely aware there's a Hell of a lot going on physically and emotionally in her which I'm only getting second hand physical feedback from at best.

I like to inject realism into my narrative and would love to get a better understanding of what's going through a girl's mind and body when she orgasms.

Can you help out?

What's happening physically when you're building up to orgasm? Where's it happening? What's going through your mind? What are you feeling when you orgasm? What are you thinking when you're climaxing?

Would love to hear back from you.

With heartfelt thanks.
A

Ps. btw I'm currently single if you're wondering why I can't ask my partner and in the past I've never had a mind to ask.

 

[gonewrong]

Funny place for a post like that, the Personals. Although I can't say I know a better one, I'm not sure how many people interested in actual writing you'll find hanging around here.

There are different sorts of orgasms. Some come slowly, leisurely, and last forever - well, for minutes in reality, but it feels like forever when each second is so good. Some, when my body's filled with hormones, are a craving so strong I'll forget to eat or drink until I've had my fill; I'll come once or twice before my glands have caught up enough to even make me wet. It's a kind of an angry, desperate necessity followed by a bursting explosion of an orgasm. It drains me; it's over quickly and when I'm done, I'm done; I can't bear another touch, for days afterwards.

There are those that are out there, had while looking into someone's eyes, mouth open and gasping - but then there are ones that remain contained in me, and although inside I'm spinning into madness, seen from the outside, they are silent and almost diffuicult to notice. There's just times when you're connected to someone, and there are some ones you don't wish to share with.

Some of my orgasms are arrogant and showy, some are quick and furtive, stolen in a bathroom that's not mine (and while on that subject - I wish someone has warned me in advance it's damn difficult to come while standing up). Some are an earth-shattering end to all civilisation; but there are also times, when I'm in a hurry and forcing it, when I'll KINDA come, but without any feeling of satisfaction or contentment at all - sorry little hiccups that barely manage to disturb the bed sheets. An orgasm, I guess, is not so much an event in itself - it's a peak of whatever experience I'm having, a mirror image of what I'm feeling, so it really depends upon the situation, a lot.

It starts in my head, always. Could be that I'm just too used to self-control. I think there's probably women who can come from physical stimulation alone but for me, unless my brain steps onto the stage, it's just another massage, great but not nearly good enough to make me come. What I need physically is just for my partner NOT to do anything to screw things up; "Just keep on with what you are doing" is a very important line at that point. That's all my body needs. The fire ignites above the neck, without exceptions.

What turns me on is a long story - and I'm sure it's somewhat different for every woman, so no need to go there - but there's usually a thought, or two, or three, or a rapid fire of those thoughts that make my gut wrench and my breath hitch, and that's what pushes me over the edge. Then my body does its thing. I know women who can have an orgasm - or something similar to an orgasm, anyway - from stimulation of their breasts alone, or just their vagina, but for me it's always in the clit and the muscles below. Might be that my muscles are just a bit more trained than most women's. Whatever the case, there's that sweet pleasure in the clit while the muscles contract, spilling waves of heat through me. Oh, there's probably a lot going on elsewhere - if my nipples are pinched, my body will arch, and afterwards, my fingers and toes will tingle, sometimes there'll be nail impressions in my palms so I know something's been going on there, but while I'm coming, it's all in my clitoris, like someone's plugged me into a very pleasurable electrical circuit, and in the pit of my belly as it contracts over and over again. I have no idea what else is going on outside of that little vortex, and I don't care to know.

There isn't much thought. Shadows of thoughts, yes, but you could probably come at me with a knife and I'd be too slow to react. I think the most coherent it gets is along the lines of, "Yes, yes, yes, more." It's greedy and absolute, nothing else can squeeze in at that moment.


Not sure if any of that helps you, but I felt like procrastinating with a bit of work I need to do today

Your writing is very good, by the way, in my opinion. A few jarring technical errors and my personal distaste for incest aside, it's an enticing read. Not many people can pull off erotic, sweet and no-nonsense in the same piece - or same lifetime, for that matter.

 

[Exquisition]

Great post - ty.

Love the detail & thought that's gone into it. So appreciated.

 

[Exquisition]

Ps/ I posted a similar thread in the General Forum not knowing the best place and have attracted a loyal following of trolls and wannabe Casanovas venting their frustration on it. :-(

 

[Scotsman69]

What a lovely post.

Beautiful descriptions. A minor classic in itself.

Funny place for a post like that, the Personals. Although I can't say I know a better one, I'm not sure how many people interested in actual writing you'll find hanging around here.

There are different sorts of orgasms. Some come slowly, leisurely, and last forever - well, for minutes in reality, but it feels like forever when each second is so good. Some, when my body's filled with hormones, are a craving so strong I'll forget to eat or drink until I've had my fill; I'll come once or twice before my glands have caught up enough to even make me wet. It's a kind of an angry, desperate necessity followed by a bursting explosion of an orgasm. It drains me; it's over quickly and when I'm done, I'm done; I can't bear another touch, for days afterwards.

There are those that are out there, had while looking into someone's eyes, mouth open and gasping - but then there are ones that remain contained in me, and although inside I'm spinning into madness, seen from the outside, they are silent and almost diffuicult to notice. There's just times when you're connected to someone, and there are some ones you don't wish to share with.

Some of my orgasms are arrogant and showy, some are quick and furtive, stolen in a bathroom that's not mine (and while on that subject - I wish someone has warned me in advance it's damn difficult to come while standing up). Some are an earth-shattering end to all civilisation; but there are also times, when I'm in a hurry and forcing it, when I'll KINDA come, but without any feeling of satisfaction or contentment at all - sorry little hiccups that barely manage to disturb the bed sheets. An orgasm, I guess, is not so much an event in itself - it's a peak of whatever experience I'm having, a mirror image of what I'm feeling, so it really depends upon the situation, a lot.

It starts in my head, always. Could be that I'm just too used to self-control. I think there's probably women who can come from physical stimulation alone but for me, unless my brain steps onto the stage, it's just another massage, great but not nearly good enough to make me come. What I need physically is just for my partner NOT to do anything to screw things up; "Just keep on with what you are doing" is a very important line at that point. That's all my body needs. The fire ignites above the neck, without exceptions.

What turns me on is a long story - and I'm sure it's somewhat different for every woman, so no need to go there - but there's usually a thought, or two, or three, or a rapid fire of those thoughts that make my gut wrench and my breath hitch, and that's what pushes me over the edge. Then my body does its thing. I know women who can have an orgasm - or something similar to an orgasm, anyway - from stimulation of their breasts alone, or just their vagina, but for me it's always in the clit and the muscles below. Might be that my muscles are just a bit more trained than most women's. Whatever the case, there's that sweet pleasure in the clit while the muscles contract, spilling waves of heat through me. Oh, there's probably a lot going on elsewhere - if my nipples are pinched, my body will arch, and afterwards, my fingers and toes will tingle, sometimes there'll be nail impressions in my palms so I know something's been going on there, but while I'm coming, it's all in my clitoris, like someone's plugged me into a very pleasurable electrical circuit, and in the pit of my belly as it contracts over and over again. I have no idea what else is going on outside of that little vortex, and I don't care to know.

There isn't much thought. Shadows of thoughts, yes, but you could probably come at me with a knife and I'd be too slow to react. I think the most coherent it gets is along the lines of, "Yes, yes, yes, more." It's greedy and absolute, nothing else can squeeze in at that moment.


Not sure if any of that helps you, but I felt like procrastinating with a bit of work I need to do today

Your writing is very good, by the way, in my opinion. A few jarring technical errors and my personal distaste for incest aside, it's an enticing read. Not many people can pull off erotic, sweet and no-nonsense in the same piece - or same lifetime, for that matter.

 

[gonewrong]

Haha... nice. Boys will be boys and girls will most certainly be girls, I guess. I'm sure you must find it immensely helpful

Maybe you could ask in the 'How to' section. Lots of clever people and interesting details over there.

Or you could turn on your private messages - some ladies may not feel inclined to share intimate details in plain view. I know I hesitated to do so, and many people think me very open when it comes to talking about sex, so... just a thought.

 

[gonewrong]

Beautiful descriptions. A minor classic in itself.

Thank you kindly

 

[Exquisition]

Cheers Gonewrong - have set up PMs.