Copyright 2012 by Trish Causey. All Rights Reserved.
I didn’t feel the need for laying in bed an hour or longer, to relax or process out mind noise. I think I was “lying” broken” for less than half an hour, doing my SASO nipple-gasms and OM clit-gasms, just to tone down the sensitivity in my nipples and clit — otherwise I’d just orgasm through my KSMO session… (apparent fail — I still O’d through my KSMO session). I did about 14 minutes of KSMO, using a mix of nipple stim, sensual massage, and then clit/prostate stim. Following that, I moved on to a solo session.
The trip to full-on, penetrative orgasms didn’t take long, about 8 minutes, and the results were predictably amazing. And yet, the emotion that came with the orgasms was unpredictably extended. Not the hard crying that can happen sometimes, my body eased into this emotional response, but once started, it was hard to shut off. Of course, I’m not in the habit of shutting off my sexual responses (anymore), so I let it play out, trying to feel what my body was experiencing with the after-orgasms, but feeling true emotion welling up and needing to be released.
I lay there for about a half hour, dreading the getting up and continuing on with my day. I wanted to feel something new. Strange how even these amazing orgasmic experiences are beginning to feel mechanical and routine. Having stimulated my prostate during the KSMO session, she was primed for the Sparkles treatment. But now, laying in the after-glow, I could feel her throbbing, growing. She wanted more. I wasn’t sure if my shoulder and wrist would last for another round, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.
I lubed up Sparkles, and on the insertion, I could tell I was much tighter. My prostate was definitely engorged, as were the vaginal walls that were pulsating inward, and I think the inner clit was still swollen as well. The sensation of being truly filled was almost breathtaking. Not to disparage Sparkles — I got him for his upward curve, not his girth. (Dammit.) But I loved the feeling of being full. With a truly turned-on prostate, I felt those all-over ripples down my arms and legs, my legs began to shake — which usually only happens with hands-on prostate stimulation. I reveled in the feeling of needing to urinate because I knew it had nothing to do with my bladder and everything to do with my She Spot/prostate. I had been missing that feeling all summer. To have that wave, that full-body shudder was joyously pleasing.
I didn’t think my arm would last at this point. I thought I might have to stop, but I soldiered on, and I’m so glad I did. When the orgasms started, they were full-body, fully arching, fully voiced, loud, rockin’-and-rollin’ orgasms. I kept going as long as my arms would let me, then they flew up over my head, and Sparkles almost went flying across the room.
As the last few orgasms hit, I realized my teeth were chattering! This was a completely new sexual response for me. I don’t do fetishy stuff — never used an ice dildo or anything, so I’ve never experienced chattering teeth before… (great… in my head, I’m now hearing the song “John Wayne’s Teeth Hey-ya”…)
Being Irish, I love being cold. In the winter, I keep my house around 60, and it feels awesome. I wish I could afford to keep my house this cold in the summer! In winter, my teeth will chatter occasionally, but for the most part, I feel like I’m in heaven in a cold house. This is ironic since my skin always seems to be hot to the touch. When I touch people, they move suddenly, saying my hands are burning hot. I joke and say, “I’m Irish. I’m exothermic.” If they’re Pagan or Witchy, I say, “I’m a Fire Spirit, hence my nickname ‘Lava.'” (If they’re fundy Christian, I tell them I’m a Witch. Just to see their reaction as they run in the other direction. :P) But I don’t feel hot — I really think it’s my body just letting off the heat so I can be cold. Go Team Shamrock!
The teeth chattering while crying was a bit weird… and yet knowing I had had a second emotional orgasm was oddly satisfying — not sure why… But as the crying and teeth chattering faded, I began to feel the beginnings of a heartgasm — a buzzing in my ribcage area, the faint beginnings of that astral pull I have been wanting to experience again. Unfortunately, a full heartgasm did not develop (rats!), but I was able to enjoy some lingering prostate body-shudders later when I went to the bathroom, and sporadically since. Also, I recalled that when I had the 2-week-long heartgasm last Fall as well as the heartgasms in May, it was due to double-dipping — going two separate rounds of penetrative solo sex that concentrated on prostate stimulation. That info is now filed for next time!
After awakening so grandly on 08-08-12 and 08-10-12, then having the back pain for a week, then the subsequent chakra cleansing, then my period, I’m already getting tired of the stops and starts on my journey. I’m ready to hit cruise control for a bit. But that’s just some Yang energy coming to the fore. After being so Yin for several months, I was actually getting concerned I’d lost my inner fire. I’m very appreciative of the Yang energy surfacing long enough to say “Hi” but not overwhelm my new Yinning state.
I briefly entertained the notion of recording my orgasms so I can hear them later — to get a sense of what’s happening vocally when my body is blissed out orgasmically. And then I had the horrible thought of taking a month-long break from any orgasms at all. Now I know I’m going crazy.
Speaking of going crazy, I think my shamanic dreams are coming back. The past few nights, I’ve had some strange and intense dreams. So I’ve decided to start a dream journal as well. More on that later. But for now, I’m about to hit the busy, busy last week of the month to meet all my writing deadlines (for my paying jobs), so I might take this week off from intentional orgasms. Hmmmmmm….
Aroused and chattering,