In many ways I think there are similarities between male and female orgasms. For men though, and ejaculation kind of spoils the experience. An anti climax maybe. If one can avoid the ejaculations (for a bit) a much deeper or multiple orgasm(s) can be experience. To some extent maybe women have the advantage on this; but definitely can be achieved by men as well.

Personally I don't think these are achievable through traditional penetrative sex, though it can help heighten the senses during foreplay. Note I'm not downplaying the experience of penetrative sexual encounters, however this thread is about the "The BIG O"

Still exploring, these are just some of my experiences. Please share yours as well.

1. Full body: sensations consumes your whole body, either radiating from the pelving region and escaping through the extremities (like waves), or getting trapped in the body causing convulsions (like an epileptic fit). Sometimes uncontrollable laughter (that one's nice and brings additional feeling which only a good laugh and the sharing of immense joy with someone can bring).

2. I call her Alice (from Alice in Wonderland): like a corrupted script where someone deleted the ejaculation code. You get trapped in ecstasy (wonderland) without a way out. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rushing over your body, without an end, until you have to force (find) your way out (recoding the ejaculation script in your head or begging the lady to stop). This one is an arm breaker for the lady.

3. Rocket: best way to describe it is like a rocket blasting off into space and then falling back into the atmosphere, being burnt up. Feels like someone poured petrol on you and lit a match. In a nice way of course, not painful but hot. Only experienced it once, so not sure it really exist, or just my imagination. But then all orgasm are in the head, and the lady just uses the penis as a joystick to control/ direct the orgasm.

4. Nuclear: best way to describe it is like a bomb going off inside of you. Occurred during a pegging session, when sensations from my ass and those from my penis merged (normally two different even conflicting feeling) and both became non existence for a bit, and then an explosion from within me, location unknown. Like energy escaping the body. That was probably the most mind blowing experience I've ever had. Also only experienced it once so need to find it again to confirm its existence.

5. Tripping. Well haven't really used substances, but would imagine it be the same. When experiencing pleasure, the body releases it's own stimulants, including endorphins (similar to opiates), oxytocin, dopamine and the mood enhancer serotonin . Usually very short lived as most Os last a minute or two, however if you can achieve a prolonged O as described in 2, you can have the benefits of an extended 'trip' without the after effects of substance use. This is my personal favorite.


Most of it is up to you to open yourself to an orgasm. Normally takes a few sessions with a lady, as these are deeply intimate sessions where you become extremely vulnerable, ie you loose control over bodily function. The lady is important as she needs to be open to taking you on this journey, and not freak out mid way. Had a few ladies tell me 'You better not fucking die on my table/ bed". That would be a good way to go though.

Some credits ...

The ladies who have helped me have these experiences are:

Rachel from Parkhurst. She has a very unique "method" that assist with delaying ejaculation, making multiple Os easy to achieve.

Lisa from Randburg. Pleasure is the name of the game, very easy going, open minded and easy to open up to. Also has a great energy around her.

On 2024-11-17 09:02:54 Lisa said:
... very vivid experiences.

Xoxo
Lisa

My time with you has been most memorable. Plus we've also captured alot of it on tape (so can confirm it's not only a dream). Maybe I'll change my nick to Dr. O and finally pursue a doctorate (on Os). Should make my mother proud, but not sure if she will approve of the subject matter and methodology; roflol ...

On 2024-11-18 08:21:19 J_J said:
On 2024-11-17 09:02:54 Lisa said: ... very vivid experiences.

Xoxo
Lisa



My time with you has been most memorable. Plus we've also captured alot of it on tape (so can confirm it's not only a dream). Maybe I'll change my nick to Dr. O and finally pursue a doctorate (on Os). Should make my mother proud, but not sure if she will approve of the subject matter and methodology; roflol ...

Let's do her proud then Dr.O:)

Every great O, needs a great song to go with it ...
Teddy swims, Losing control...

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Problematic

Problem is I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit
Bad habits hard to break when I'm with you
Yeah, I know, I could do it on my own
But I want that real full moon black magic and it takes two

Problematic

Problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict
And I need some relief, my skin in your teeth
Can't see the forest through the trees
Got me down on my knees, darlin' please, oh

I lose control

When you're next to me
I'm fallin' apart right in front of you, can't you see?

I lose control

First outing for the year, was slightly different, but definately worth a mention.

It was a CFNM massage, but fully sensual. The scenario removes all visual stimuli, as well as touch by me. First seemed to be a let down (as we all want to see naked gals and get our grubby paws on them), but with the distraction of myself out of the way, it was actually very orgasmic. An amazing encounter with a stranger. I think the only person who got me like this on a first visit was RB, en sy was kaal gat, lol.

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My body tensed as her hands glided over my skin, warm oil smoothing the path of her touch. She started at the shoulders, her fingers kneading the knots of tension with practiced ease, but it was when her hands drifted lower that my breath began to hitch. Her palms traced the curve of my spine, slow and deliberate, sending shivers rippling through me. My skin prickled with anticipation, every nerve ending awakening under her ministrations.

When her fingers brushed the small of my back, a low groan escaped; hips shifting involuntarily against the table. She smiled, her touch feather-light as she circled the sensitive area, teasing me with the promise of more. Her hands moved lower, skimming the swell of my buttocks, and I clenched my jaw, muscles tightening as pleasure began to coil deep within me.

She turned me over gently, her eyes locking as her hands began their journey anew. Her fingers trailed down my chest, tracing a line over my belly, as I sucked in a sharp breath. Her touch was electric, igniting a fire that spread through my body in slow, deliberate waves. When her hand finally brushed against my inner thigh, I shuddered, my cock twitching in response.

Her touch was maddeningly slow, her fingers dancing just close enough to my aching length to make me ache for more. She circled the base, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin, and I groaned as my hips lifted off the table. But just as I thought she would take me fully in her hand, she pulled away, her touch retreating to my thighs, my stomach, my chest.

The denial was exquisite torture. My body trembled, every muscle taut with need, my breath coming in ragged gasps. She repeated the process again and again, each time bringing me closer to the edge before pulling back, her touch a tantalizing tease that left me desperate for release. My cock throbbed, aching and heavy, precum beading at the tip as she continued her relentless exploration.

Her hands moved with purpose, her fingers tracing the contours of my body as if memorizing every inch. She lingered on the nipples, her touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin, and I arched into her, my hands gripping the edges of the table. She leaned down, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "Not yet."

The words sent a shiver through me; body trembling with the effort to hold back. She continued her ministrations, her hands moving lower, her touch growing firmer, more insistent. When her fingers finally wrapped around my length, I let out a strangled cry, my hips bucking into her hand. She stroked slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head as I felt the pressure building, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter.

But again, she stopped, her hand retreating just as I teetered on the brink. Groaning, body writhing with frustration, cock pulsing with need; she smiled. Her touch returning to my thighs, my stomach, my chest, each stroke reigniting the fire within me.

Finally, when I thought I could take no more, she took me fully in her hand, her strokes firm and steady. The pressure inside me exploded, a white-hot burst of pleasure that ripped through me with unrelenting force. My body convulsed, back arching off the table as I came in thick, pulsing waves; my release spilling over her hand.

The pleasure was all-consuming, radiating through every inch of my body, leaving me trembling and breathless. My vision blurred, my mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of release. She continued to stroke gently, drawing out every last shuddering wave of ecstasy until I collapsed back onto the table, utterly spent.

My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths; body still humming with the aftershocks of my climax. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and I sighed, a deep, contented sound. It had been more than just a release - it had been a journey, a slow, deliberate exploration of pleasure that had left me utterly undone.

J_J


It feels like yesterday.

Shoo...speechless.

Soon I hope you shall be Lisa's and mine...dare I imagine such a kinky union...

How does that song Mambo No.5 go?

....a little bit of Lisa in my life
....a little bit of RB by side

GRIN.

Cannot wait!

RB

6. Ocean. Multiple non-ejaculatory orgasms. Experienced this from anal/ prostate stimulation. Like waves flowing over your body. To many to count, but definitely double digits.

Thank you Lisa for this amazing experience. By far, beyond any I've had to date.

www.esa.co.za/escorts/viewEscort.php

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The air was thick with desire, her movements slow, yet intentional, echoing the rhythm of her heart. He lay bare beneath her, the cool of the air-conditioned room a stark contrast to the heat building within him. Her hands moved like the tide, ebbing and flowing, teasing and retreating, until he was gasping, his body arching toward her like the moon pulling the sea.

The first wave hit him unexpectedly, a sudden surge of pleasure that rolled through him like a breaker crashing onto the shore. He cried out, her fingers digging into him as the sensation washed him, leaving him trembling in its wake. But before he could catch his breath, another wave was building, stronger this time, deeper. It rose within him, a crescendo of heat and need, until it crested and broke, sending shivers rippling through his body.
Again and again, the waves came, each one more powerful than the last, each one pulling him further into the depths of ecstasy. He lost count of how many times he fell, how many times he rose, how many times the ocean of pleasure consumed him. His world narrowed to the rhythm of her touch and the endless, rolling tide of sensation that carried him away.

And then the tsunami came, set off by an earthquake deep inside of him. His screams were heard four, five rooms away. Releasing all his pent up energy, enough to transport them to another dimension for a moment, which felt like eternity.

When that last epic waves subsided, leaving him spent and breathless, he felt as though he had been remade, his body and soul washed clean by the ocean. He laid there with no sense of where his body started or ended. Like butter melted on a hot summers day. He began to fade, when he heard a concerned voice whisper in his ear, 'are you alive'; with the little energy he had left he uttered, "I don't need to be anymore" as he disappeared into the nether...

More than just an orgasm ....

I'm going to go off track a bit. Started this journey into the purple world looking for pleasure, and found it in so many ways. But then I stumbled upon ...

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My dearest RB, you've asked me awhile ago why I've not included you in the list of ladies on this thread, and my response was brief -- my experience with you has been something else. Not that I've not had amazing orgasms with you. You know I have.

But I think the time is finally here to share. You've written about our last session, awhile ago, through your lense. You were spot on.

(This shy scholar ...)
www.esa.co.za/forum/thread.php


Below is my adaptation, through my lense.

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He had walked into her space as he walked through life - careful, measured, a man defined by the weight of his responsibilities. The briefcase in his hand, the glasses perched on his nose, the quiet authority of a man who commanded respect without raising his voice. Every step was a projection of who he was supposed to be.

And then, the glasses came off.

Was it the blur of his vision that gave him courage? Or was it the way she looked at him? Not at the title, not at the role he played, but at the man beneath. The facade cracked, then crumbled!

He had spent years being gentle. Patient. A faithful husband, a devoted father, a man who prided himself on control. But here, in her arms, control was not his to wield. She led him, and he - shy, awkward, burning with a hunger he had long suppressed - followed.

The shock of it thrilled him. The way her body arched beneath his touch, the way her breath hitched as his hands explored her; learning every curve as if she were a language he had only just begun to understand. She responded to him in ways that defied his quiet nature, her skin humming under his caress, her movements urging him deeper into the heat between them. He had never been a man of bold lust, yet here he was, lost between her thighs, drunk on the taste of her, the sounds she made, the way her body moved as if she had been waiting for him to remember himself.


And then ... something shifted.

The scholar, the gentleman, the careful man; vanished.

What remained was yearning. Needing. Taking.

He wasn't gentle. He wasn't calculated.

There was no room for hesitation, only the desperate ache of bodies claiming what they had denied themselves for too long. She surrendered, and in that surrender, she owned him. He possessed her with a passion that should have frightened him. But all he felt, was alive.

Afterward, guilt crept in like a shadow.

He loved his wife. He did. But time had dulled what was once fervent, leaving behind duty where passion had once lived. And this, being lost in the embrace of another, was a reminder of what he had lost.

If only things were different.

But they weren't.

She was an expert in the art of escape, if only for a moment. And what a moment it was, bitter and sweet, seared into his memory. A fleeting surrender to passion, to joy, to unbridled lust that consumed him whole. For the first time in years, he had felt alive, not as the careful husband, the dutiful father, the man of polished restraint; but as flesh and hunger and need.

The moment had been a gift. A reminder of everything his life lacked. A glimpse of fire in a world that had grown cold. Now, the weight of his choices pressed down on him, heavier than before. He was trapped, not by bars or chains, but by the life he had built. The promises he had made, the man he was expected to be.

As he stepped back into the world of briefcases and polished appearances, he carried the memory of her, the woman who had unravelled him; and wondered if he would ever feel that alive again.

Or if he was doomed to remember it only as a moment.

Just a moment.