Before I heard someone say orgasms are better than pizza because you can eat a poor pizza, but you can’t have bad orgasms. Or something of that sort. But there are so many distinct types of orgasms and that’s what fascinates me. I rarely, if ever, subpar my choice of orgasms. Every time I use it, there are muscle spasms, closing of the eye, biting of the lip, and enjoyment at the end. In fact, this is the primary reason why I use 99.4 percent of the moment I masturbate it is the toy. My orgasms may be lower when I use something else (like the Lelo Gigi lately) instead of the wahl. Just close my eyes to run over the waves. They don’t always say they are, but they have the opportunity to be.
But what I named complicated orgasms is far from being, fucking tops the charts. It’s the orgasm where you involuntarily moan / yell / scream / mewl* **, your entire body magically feels better, hotter, tingler, happier; your hands and feet curl and tense: grab whatever is under them, your body moves without a conscious thought behind them. You’re riding it and it’s going on. After one orgasm stops another has already started to begin, you begin to feel younger and for short seconds more linked to everything, then you feel the motion subsiding. It leaves you shivering, closing your eyes. You open your eyes, glimpse the video in front of you on the screen, or a deliciously filthy thought runs through your mind, and you have one or perhaps two aftershock orgasms somehow. Small, but pretty. Perfect way back to truth. You’ve gone from the first orgasm to the last for at least 2 minutes. And you’re still weak and shivering. But for at least the next ten minutes, glad and satiated.
*** I had an ex who loved the term mewl in sex. That was something I had to add in.