What do your orgasms feel like?

LOLOL Yin and Yang! You don't ask for much, do you? It feels like a big wave crashing thunderously against the beach? ;) Seriously, I don't even know how to begin to describe this and even the greatest writers on earth have failed pretty miserably at it, IMO (although if anybody wants to post any hot quotes and prove me wrong...).

Are you newer posters aware of Rosco's longstanding masturbation-log thread on the gb? Lots of interesting descriptions there, sometimes including orgasms and how they feel:

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=177804&page=1&pp=40

edit: Ok, I thought of one thing I can say about this. The orgasms I have when there is another person involved in a bdsm context are far more intense that the ones I have alone. Both usually involve masturbation on my parts, but probably the long and torturous buildup of the former not to mention the psychological elements cause the end result to be far more spectacular.
 
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At their most intense; which is fairly rare, they feel like an explosive emotional catharsis with a strong element of rage being released; as if you finally got to punch your worst enemy in the nose as hard as you could. A burst of savage triumph.

I have also had lovegasms of inwardly collapsing meltingness. Only a few times in my entire life and some of my most treasured yet painful memories.

For the most part (98%), it just feels like the excretion of a trapped substance. Something of a relief.
 
cf: James Joyce, the Molly Bloom soliloquy --


agony, ecstasy, rush of rage and joy ... sorry to be incoherent, but that's there too.
 
Some are like a hot wave thats starts at a non-specific point and moves to another non-specific point.

Increasing in depth and intesity until there is a feeling of being unable to breath.

Others are like small jumping beans popping up unexpectedly.

Different types at different times.
 
It feels like something is getting tighter and tighter inside me, and then it blooms. It doesn't explode, it slowly unfurls, like a flower.
 
Sometimes a mellow wave, a stone skipping a lake, sleepy and lazy and cozy.

Often an animal spasm, something triumphantly self-contained, beyond anyone else, even when caused by someone else. Completely self-involved pleasure. Like a tight cocoon around me that I tense against. These are the topgasms, and I love them.

Rarely the melty/mergy/in love thing with the right other.

Rarely I see myself as a male, internally. My butt flexes, my cock shoots, I lose control. It's happened while bottoming, usually, or masturbating to bottomy thought.
 
Oh bullcrap. Women don't have orgasms. I've been with plenty of women and one hasn't had an orgasm yet.
 
Mine are like this insanely pleasurable and intense inner itch that can only be satisfied by more fucking, masturbating, etc... it's quite fun.
 
orgasms

I remember my very first orgasm. It was electric. I convulsed like a fish out of water. Even now, they are electric enough, But have learnt how to control my fits. I claim to be addicted to orgasms
 
Orgasms are like food to me.

When I'm starving, they are delicious and filling, savory and satisfying.

Sometimes I'm full and can't help but gorge myself, even though everything starts to taste like styrofoam as the physical effects of indulgence bring the net pleasure closer to zero.

In either case, I seem to be at my best when satiated multiple times a day. Psychologically induced variety keeps the sometimes mundane physical process of extraction from seeming routine.
 
Besides wet??



They start as very distant and tingly, almost tickly sensations that pass as a cycle of electric-like impulses between my brain, clit, womb and G (all or just some of those can be involved dependent upon which area is being stimulated by manual manipulation, thought, sight, sound, taste, smell etc ect). With continual stimulation the tingles and tickles are fed until they roll over my senses, while rising in size similar to an ocean wave, then reach a throbbing peak, that explodes at the highest heights of sensational overload, and washes over my entire being ... after which they gradually fade off & outward with a second wave, much like the tide returning to sea, and then inward again .. disipate, and leave me with a warm fuzzy fullness of unseen glow, & peaceful state of being.

That's the best i can do, and it still does not seem that words do any justice in describing any of it accurately.
 
. . The leather crosses over the welts forming from previous blows. Twhap! Twhap! Twhap! Twhap! Twhap! Somehow by body begins to respond differently to the excruciating pain. Again, I begin to feel my arousal unfolding inside me. . . . . . . .

. . . . Your hands grasp my red and purple welted ass flesh. You are no longer in control of your actions. Erotic animal instincts flow through your loins. Your hard cock thrusts into my pussy without warning. It feels like you are ripping into me. I scream into the wad of cloth in my mouth as the pain and surprise stimulates every nerve in my helpless body.

My pussy clamps against your cock with more force than you could have ever expected. You grunt as you brutally pump me. Your swift pounding strokes pull in and out of me. The pain begins to whirl inside me. Warm rushes begin to flow through me joining the painful fire as its erotic fingers tantalize my loins. My juices flow around your pounding cock and the pleasure replaces the pain as your cock plunges into the depths of my body. I moan as the warm pleasant tingles fill the whirling rushes inside me with every pounding thrust. I can feel my breasts. My nipples are jammed into the holes of the iron table.

I feel so helpless. I am at your mercy. I have no way to stop you. I feel your cock grow harder inside me. It tickles the depth of my being as you begin to cum. My body understands the command. My orgasm explodes from the gates of my whirling hotness, spreading like a violent thunderstorm. Your cock has softened as the last of your cum has left it. You feel weakened as you move to a chair. You collapse from exhaustion.
 
Wow hazel that was really hot!

I can't add more then what was already said. What I like best about orgasms is the joy that floods through me afterwards. I just feel happy and content. :cathappy:
 
As my bodie begins to tense I feel a great pleasure building that only grows in intensity as it flows to the surface to finally fulfill my needs. True pleasure in it purest form.
 
WriterDom said:
Oh bullcrap. Women don't have orgasms. I've been with plenty of women and one hasn't had an orgasm yet.

It is not a thing I would go to cry around loud voice . ;)
 
babiesmiles said:
It is not a thing I would go to cry around loud voice . ;)

If you hadn't said it I would've. Writing that just demands it don't it? :p
 
You mean the plain vanilla ones or the ones that really act like something everyone gushes about?

The plain ones I just get to the end and it kinda "pops" I equate it to poping a watter balloon. Before it is a full ballooon with a lot of pressure, which is a nice feelingthen it pops and there is less pressure.

The ones that match the gushy descriptions...

Well, the tension/pressure feels like~ well like the best part of being tickled close to the point of too much. Then my legs jerk uncontrollably a few times as the feeling suddenly gets bigger forcing me to moan softly as that water ballon pops at a much higher level of pleasure. After this type every muscle in my body is extremely relaxed and warm and comfy.
 
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