My clit is fickle. If it doesn’t get treated exactly right, there is no orgasm. Just frustration.
As for g-spot orgasms, it’s the same thing – lots of pleasure, no completion.
Don’t get the wrong idea. I enjoy sex. A lot. I get a lot of pleasure from it. Having an orgasm each time is not something I feel I need to be completely satisfied. Sometimes, my body is enjoying the sensory overload so much that an orgasm isn’t really possible. I have to come down from it a bit before it’s possible. Periodically, someone will get the right spot. They will surprise me with an orgasm. And a g-spot one – one where I gush as I cum – that’s only happened a couple times. Like I can tell you each of the other times, they were memorable and happy accidents at the time. Because this is how I am, I am always take responsibility for my own orgasm.
I’m sure this frustrates some guys despite the fact I am pretty upfront about it. I don’t throw it down like a challenge to them nor am I flippant about it, I just am how I am. Guys that understand it and don’t take it personally usually incorporate it into play. I mean, what guy doesn’t get off watching a woman bring herself to an orgasm? But, there are times where I am surprised.
Like during my overnight with TL. After fucking and giving myself an orgasm, I felt his fingers slide into me. I figured he was going to play with me a bit more. I do like being fucked after I cum. It extends the feeling. Those were my thoughts that flew right out of my head the minute his fingers curled up under my pubic bone and found that spot. The feeling – that sudden pleasure took me by surprise. And to lay there doing nothing but enjoying it – no work on my part – was odd but great at the same time.
His fingers stroked that spot faster. And that sensation – a different one from my other orgasm – grew. He had my laying there writhing and moaning as he increased the pace. He quickly switched hands, and didn’t break the rhythm. Moments later, I felt myself release – a different kind of release that earlier. A release that was drawn out – was coaxed from me. I could feel that I was covering his hand as I came.
But he didn’t stop. He kept going – seeing if he could coax from me another release. And he did.
Afterward, I just laid there feeling totally wrung out. To be so passive – to have that orgasm coaxed from me – and to experience that sort of orgasm on purpose was … wow!
And it wasn’t a fluke.
He did it again later.
I guess it has all been a matter of technique. I know Garbanzo is hoping to get some pointers next time we both see TL.
Because that is definitely worth learning how to repeat.