Writing Exercise: Orgasm!

[StillStunned]

The moment supreme. The climax. The little death. The pinnacle of the act of sex, whether you're rubbing one off under the blankets or performing on stage with a dozen lovers.

It can be wonderful. It can be frightening. It can be disappointing. It can be just out of reach, or it might come over you before you're aware of what's happening. It can be blissful, energising, exhausting.

It can be indescribable.

But let's give it a go anyway. Share your descriptions of orgasms. The good, the bad, the ugly. The build-up, the ecstasy, the sudden crash as you come down to earth again, whatever part you want to focus on.

Usual rules apply: try to limit your snippet to about 300(-ish) words. Don't write anything that wouldn't make it through Lit's normal publication process: no underage, no snuff, no bestiality, no non-consent without pleasure.

 

[StillStunned]

My offering (slightly cheating, because it's from a dormant WIP):


Throughout all this Goro had continued to thrust away at her steadily, sending ripples of pleasure through her. Now she allowed herself to focus on that pleasure, to draw the strands together and weave them into a bright burning knot. She felt herself grow tight around Goro’s shaft, heard him begin to grunt, but she trusted him to have the discipline to last as long as she needed him to.

The knot of pleasure was swelling up. She controlled it, she nurtured it, she took Goro’s thrusting and fed it into the bright flame until she was trembling, shaking. Her gasps and moans were loud in her ears, and she lowered her face onto the bed. Her breasts rubbed across her knees, adding to the sensation.

Then the heat became too much to hold back, and she seized it and pulled it free. With a cry, a scream, she let it explode inside her, bursting out of every pore of her skin.

Somewhere deep inside her, she realised that Goro’s thrusts had become sharp and shallow, and that his breathing was ragged. She pressed her body back and felt him pound hard inside her, then he gave a strangled groan. He swelled up and released, and with it released a fresh wave of pleasure inside her.

 

[bisissyhusband1]

June whispered "Fuck her throat for me, Sam, fuck her hard and cum down her throat. Fill her sissy belly with your hot cum, like you do to me."

Sam grunted and started to plunge in and out faster and faster as my eyes watered.

He rammed into my throat over and over grunting loudly.

He suddenly tensed before exploding down my throat. I felt pulse after pulse of his hot cum pour down my throat. I immediately started to orgasm, my sissygasm taking me over, cum gushing into my condom.

As she sensed us cumming, Mistress rammed into my pussy and screamed her own orgasm, collapsing on my back.

I looked over to see Jane thrusting her fist hard into her gaping cunt, lost in her own orgasm.

 

[PapaRomantic]

Senior prom (my first dance as a 'legal' adult), sitting at a table with a few of my friends watching couples dancing, when I see Laura Lanning walking to our table. I tense up, because there is no reason why she would be coming to talk to any of us. Head cheerleader...prom gown showing generous cleavage...a smile on her beautiful face...the metrics didn't add up.

She comes straight to me. "C'mon, Wesley. Dance this slow song with me."

I want to run and hide, and yet I want this experience so badly that I stand immediately and walk to the middle of the floor with her. The DJ is playing a slow song, and she is not hesitant to dance closely to me. I can feel her curves through the one suit I own. Her body pressing against mine is creating a space problem in my underwear.

We don't speak. We just dance, although the way she's grinding into my erection tells me I've never had a dance like this in my life. She has to know that she's made me hard, because it seems like her thighs are zeroing in on the bulge I can't do anything about.

I look down at her and she's sporting a very big grin. She's enjoying this, and my hardness is enjoying this, but my brain tells me something is wrong. And yet I can't stop. I can't stop even though I start to feel the familiar signs that something amazingly good is going to happen in an amazingly bad place. But I can't stop, and when she reaches her hands around to grab my ass as she rubs her thigh against me one more time...BOOM goes the fireworks, in the middle of the dance floor at my senior prom.

Shame washes over me, and there is no place to hide. I look up at Laura, but she's looking back to her friends at their table. In a loud voice that I think probably everyone could hear, she calls out, "Pay up, bitches. Told you I could get him to nut in one song!"

I've never run as fast to the exit door in my life....

 

[TarnishedPenny]

From an entirely different page in the menu, specifically from my The Spirit is Willing, a succubus’ victim’s POV.

Her own eyes closed and she shrieked, hissing with her own pleasure as her long, perfectly white canines tore into my shoulder. With a roar, I came, finally finally finally, shrieking with long-denied joy before the wonderful, painful release turned volcanic. My sudden screams were muffled by her mouth on mine, her teeth biting my lip and still her sex writhed over my cock, milking me, emptying me and, at the same time, pushing me higher into that searing, roiling orgasm until I knew my heart would explode at any second.

 

[Erozetta]

From a WIP:

I stroked my hand over her cheek and down her neck, moving the thin blanket away from her enough to see that she was still naked. My hand slid over her body, kneading her breasts like I’d wanted to since that night in the club. I stopped when I saw that she had such a lustfully lost look in her eyes and I slid my hand lower. Her hand was between her thighs, so I put my hand on her hip and rubbed it gently as she worked her own clit.

She seemed painfully restrained in not being able to moan.

I leaned down and whispered to her, “Will it help if I kiss you?”

She nodded, squirming and whimpering softly. I brought my lips to hers and she vocalized more freely as I muffled her. She didn’t really need my help with getting off, she was almost there already. I could feel the restraint in her hip starting to release as she moaned against my lips and tongue.

I brought my other hand to her cheek, cupping her face as I kissed her deeply, muffling her cries more. She bucked her hips as she reached her peak. Then began to soothe herself as I kissed her slowly. When I pulled away from her mouth her cheeks were flushed and I brought both of my hands up to her jaw on either side of her face and made her look at me.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked her.

Gia took a deep breath and pulled her hand from between her legs. She held her fingers up, a stretchy clear fluid coated them. I began cleaning her of the offering, savoring the flavor of a woman I shouldn't know so intimately.

She tasted of salted water and something reminiscent of the musk from a ripe pear. Vastly different than that of my wife, who had a slightly more pronounced musky flavor.

 

[dirk2024]

It's been pointed out to me that I sometimes suffer from maintaining the same tense. So I have been trying to limit myself to past tense. For this exercise, I'm intentionally working in present tense.


With her lips slipping from my spent cock, a quick tongue cleaned my mess from her lips. Sally’s eyes darted up to my face and the sight of the silly, satisfied grin on my face brought forth the magical sound of her giggles. Still on the prowl, she began a slow crawl over my body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of wet kisses up my torso until her face met mine.

With our eyes open, her warm lips crash down upon mine, passionately kissing me and pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I relish the feel of her breasts pushed into my chest. Instinctively, my hands grasp her soft butt and gently squeeze those cheeks I’ve been admiring all day.

“MMMmmmm, yes Peter,” she gasps into my mouth.

Amazingly, I can feel a tingle down below, so I push forward with my plan. With a firm hold on her ass, I pull Sally upward. Her eyes now open wide, at first unsure of my actions. Then, a sly grin quickly spread across her face as she read my mind. Her slow crawl upward sped up, with a slight pause when her breasts drag across my face. I try to grasp a bare nipple in my mouth, but she doesn’t cooperate, now in a hurry to reach our goal.

Her belly button passes over my eyes, soon followed by the small patch of trimmed fur on her mons. Sally abruptly pushes her hips into position, with those soft thighs surrounding my eager face. My tongue wastes no time exploring the outer reaches of her moist pussy.

“Oh, Peter,” she quietly moans. My plan had been to bring her along slowly, but once I taste her, my tongue quickens, its vibrations beating against her tenderest of skin. I feel her fingers sink into the hair of my scalp as her hips thrust up and down across my face, pushing her clit into my nose repeatedly. I hear her muffle a groan when my lips found her clit. As I hold it in place, my tongue swirls around its exterior. The thrusting of her hips has been reduced to quivering, as subtle gasps escape from her soft lips until finally, her body curls down and around my head. She freezes; I can barely hear her quiet gasps as I’m wearing her thighs tightly on my ears.

Hopefully, our kids didn’t hear us this time.

 

[NivKay]

Then there’s this:
Post in thread 'Writing an orgasm'
https://forum.literotica.com/threads/writing-an-orgasm.1638461/post-101350120

 

[mrs_mackenzie]

We'd been on three dates, all of them good. The latest was dinner and a drink in the Golden Lion, then a walk around the duck pond in Finsbury Park. The late evening sunshine had been warm and cast shimmering shadows on the trees where it reflected off the water. We'd paused on a bench and the sun had set. The air turned cold and bit with a reminder that it was autumn, not summer.

"I don't live far from here...?" he asked, the suggestion clear and not unwelcome.

"Okay," I agreed, my hand finding its way into his.

We left our coats hanging by the door of his flat and while he opened a bottle of wine, I luxuriated by warming my backside on the hot radiator. This made him laugh, which quelled my nerves more effectively than anything else he could have done.

"Have you got some protection?" I whispered to him later, lying on my back on his sofa, his big body pressed hard between my spread thighs.

"Back in a second."

He sat beside me when he returned and I took the condom from him with my fingertips. I gently took hold of his hard cock, lining the rubber ring up with the straining tip. A breath escaped him as I pressed it on and began to roll it down, which turned into a groan. I lifted my hand and pushed again, and he gripped the sofa cushion in a sudden movement. Somehow I maintained my composure as his cock jerked and pulsed and quickly filled the condom with his cum, my hand steadying it from the base.

I knew he'd be embarrassed. Our first time together and he'd gone off like a faulty firework. But I liked him a lot and, honestly, I didn't mind a bit.

So I leant my body into his, still holding his cock, and squeezed gently.

"Mmm, good boy."

He moaned: this date wasn't over yet.

 

[Bamagan]

Vidi, veni, voli.

 

[EmilyMiller]

My eyes were fixed on my phone screen, scrolling down one-handed with my thumb. The other hand was occupied. As I read each entry in the writing exercise, my feelings bubbled a little higher, my breath came a little quicker, my heart pumped a little harder. And my fingers massaged more firmly and with greater urgency.

I started the next vignette. It was a good one. I wanted to close my eyes, but the words were so compelling. My gaze ran excitedly over them as I bit my bottom lip. A whimper left my mouth softy. The words crescendoed and I shifted position, my legs parted a little further, the angle of manual stimulation just a little better.

The whimpers became moans, as a familar heat took hold of me, and electricity raced through my sensitized nerves. It was hard to keep the phone still as my body began to writhe, driven by what I was reading and what my digits were doing in response.

The next post. And it’s fucking hot from the first sentence. Christ! This is going to be the one. The phrases flow through my mind, neurons firing, endorphins flooding. I’m holding my breath and tensing. The critical sentence is coming soon, I just know it. And there it is. The character’s sweet release and my own synchronize. I drop the phone and bring my second hand to the aid of the first.

And I now close my eyes and tighten my stomach muscles, clench my butt, and just two more seconds. And I’m lost, my body no longer my own. The primal takes me and my ecstatic groans echo off the bedroom walls.

Words can be fucking sexy.

 

[ElectricBlue]

as she felt a huge flowing thing, some delicious warm purple feeling that tasted like honey and felt like velvet and sounded like waves on a beach crashing down, back and forth back and forth, the tide of her blood flowing flowing. And in her mind she saw Bobbie riding Adam, her dancer's body gliding up and down on his cock, but how could that be? Bobbie was next to her on the bed and she too was whimpering, whimpering, but it might have been Lisa whose hands gripped that pillow, her breasts sliding on the sheet, as Adam fucked her quick on the bed.

Lisa cried out, some inarticulate sound like a bird, or a haunting far, far away. Her orgasm slammed hard through her body, emotion and lust and sex all as one, and she started to whimper, tiny noises in her throat, wanting to feel Adam's hands all over her body, strong hands, warm hands, curving over her flesh, finding every sensitive bliss filled place. She fell forward onto the bed, and Adam's big body was on top of hers, and still he was moving quick in her, fucking her deep from behind.

Lisa keened in her throat, a low wail that sounded almost ethereal, some exquisite angelic song, triggered by her bliss, her ecstacy. Her cunt rippled with quick rhythmic clenches, tightened around Adam's cock, and somewhere off in the distance she heard three faltering words,

"I'm going to..."

Adam paused, a long moment at the end of a thrust, his cock deep within her, swollen, thick. Lisa felt his hands grip her haunches, then fuck, oh fuck, he exploded a first jet of come, and with a loud guttural roar, he pushed her forward onto the bed, his whole body moving, moving within her. She felt strong arms lift her body up, holding her tight in a clasp against his chest.

 

[Djmac1031]

From The White Room Revisited.

Premise: an alien entity of pure energy named Vanda has bonded with a human woman named Adora.

Vanda through Adora, is discovering the pleasures of having a physical body for the first time:

Still, she could sense as Vanda moved her hands along her flat, toned belly, pausing at her pubic mound to explore the soft tuft of hair covering it.

"Our heart rate has increased. Our breathing, shallow and irregular."

"All very normal. Just relax, don't be afraid. Trust me, you're going to enjoy this."

Vanda moved her hand lower, finding the folds of her sex organs. Mindful of the warning Adora had given about the sharp appendage at the tip, she carefully dipped a finger into the slick cleft.

Her body convulsed from the shockwave that ran through her. "Oh! This is...!"

Vanda could not find the words. None of them seemed to fit. During their experiments, she had observed humans engaging in this strange ritual of self pleasure multiple times, finding it interesting yet confusing, as it served no ultimate purpose in human procreation methods.

Now, she understood. The sensations she now identified as sexual arousal coursed through her, interfering with her ability to think clearly.

Instead, her mind raced with various images, flickering with no discernable pattern; human males and females in various states of undress, engaging in a variety of sexual acts.

Intermixed with these were even more confusing imaginings; the warmth of sunshine, the sounds of surf crashing along a beach, the feel of a gentle breeze. The taste of something called "ice cream."

Her fingers moved freely along her feminine parts, savoring each new sensation brought forth from exploring the soft, delicate folds of her inner and outer labia. Instinctively (or, perhaps with Adora's subliminal coaching) she drew up the creamy moisture seeping from her vaginal opening to lubricate the increasingly stimulated flesh.

Her knees buckled, only saved from falling over by Adora, coming forward quickly to steady her.

"What... what just happened?"

"You were close to cumming."

"Coming?"

"Orgasm. You almost had an orgasm."

"Ah, yes. An orgasm. A climax of sexual excitement, characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals and..."

"You're over analyzing again."

"I am sorry. It is in my nature. Shall I proceed?"

"Yes. But maybe this will be easier, and safer, on the bed."

 

[FrancesScott]

My knees are feeling numb, and my shoulder is aching. I’ve been dissociating for a little while now, making a store list in my mind. Not even his constant, “Ooh, babe, that’s so good,” is doing anything for me.

Too much, let’s use the other hand before my shoulder falls off. Better. Though I wish I’d put a cushion under my knees. I’m also feeling chilly, the aircon is too high for nudity. Not that it seems to be bothering him too much.

“Suck it, babe, please!”

“Another fifty,” I intone flatly. Frankly oral would be better, but he’s a cheapskate. I keep jerking. Why is this taking so long?

“Ooh, babe, just like that. Just a little harder.”

I take a deep breath and up my frequency. Maybe that new chicken recipe might be nice. But what is this? Progress maybe. He’s twitching, his eyes tight shut. His words are becoming garbled, turning into grunts. At last!

I decide to be professional. “That’s it, big boy. Give me your cream. Where do you want it, big boy?”

He’s certainly not a boy, more late middle age. As for big? I suppress a giggle.

“Face, face, and mouth,” he croaks.

“Another fifty for mouth.”

“Face, face, oh fuck!”

I angle him and what I hope is the right inclination and pull back hard, gripping his root as he spurts once and then dribbles. Not my fault he didn’t come close to hitting my face, I can only work with what I’m given.

“Oh, babe, thank you!”

Maybe the shrimp pasta instead. And I need to remember to clean the floor. Luckily not too much mess. Nah, chicken is nicer.