I got an invitation to participate in a group post with the theme, "I came so hard…"
I have been thinking about it all week, thinking about real life experiences, thinking about fantasies, thinking about stories I had heard, videos I had watched, trying to think how to capture this intriguing comment. What makes an orgasm special? What makes one different than the other? What makes one memorable?
I thought about making a list of all the orgasms that I can remember. I have had thousands of orgasms if you count masturbation from 12 years old 46 years old. Most of them drift down the drain before the shower is even over, not to be remembered, just a steady stream of teenage horniness and delusional attempts to hide your activities from your mother.
I never went through a phase where I bragged about sex with my friends. I grew up in a conservative Christian environment and all of my friends were good kids. A few of us jerked off, a couple of us discovered porn, but I will put $1,000 on a bet that 90% of my close friends were virgins when they got married. We all knew the kids that had sex, you heard about the girls first, but then realized that they had to have a guy to go along with it. I remember when I first became aware of my friends having sex, a rumor went through the school that our star running back and one of the cheerleaders had sex after a football game last Friday night. The rumor must have been pretty widespread if I heard it, I was a lowly member of the band and did not run in the social circles that included cheerleaders and football stars. I ran with the drama kids, the music geeks, so the smart kids, and the kids who went to church.
Rumors did not might come my way until they had passed through the entire school, slowly working their way down the social ladder until my friends heard about it.
But I digress. When I think about this phrase, "I came so hard" I remember specific orgasms, specific moments of great physical pleasure and I wonder why I have not had more of them.
Because my friends, my close friends, never admitted to anything sexual, I never had that frat house movie moment when I run into the room, slap my friends on the back, and say "dude, I banged her dude, I nailed her, and man-oh-man, I came so hard…" Instead, my sex life has been one of quiet accomplishment, hidden failures, and private worries.
I can remember my first orgasm with a girl, dry humping on the hill below the clock tower, not fully aware of what was happening, but not willing to stop, and thank goodness she didn't want to either. I was wearing jeans and she was wearing soft cotton sweatpants. I remember feeling her body press against mine, her pubic bone rubbing up and down my hard young cock through my denim, through her cotton,. I asked her, “Do you want me to stop?” She had made some noise and I was worried I was hurting her. I remember her answer to this very day, “What ever you are doing, don't stop, please don't stop!” We both climaxed, we both came so hard.
I remember the first time I kissed a naked woman. A dear friend of mine who I still have feelings for (if she was anywhere to be found) invited me into her apartment, we were both in college. I think she was in love with me more than I was ready to admit. She was beautiful and popular in high school and though we knew of each other we did not know each other. We met again in college and began to hang out and date. It was odd. We would snuggle for hours in her bed without having sex. We would work together an d laugh. I would help her with school and her work accounting and I loved her I just didn't know how to process it. She was a bad girl in high school, now reformed, but I held back.
One day we were snuggling on the floor in front of her fire on a nice blanket she had and I realized that she had undressed. I kissed my way down the center of her body, breathing hard, frightened, unwilling to kissed the left or to the right and take in the nipples I had fantasized about. I kissed my way down further across her flat belly and down to the soft brown hairs that formed the triangle that I dared not kiss.
I stopped, and I left, and I lost her. On the way home I pulled to the side of the room and I came so hard that I cried.
I can remember others, specific wonderful orgasms that set my soul on fire. I remember the first time I made love to my wife. I came hard, and I came quick, and the saving grace is that she came quicker and we finished together for our very first time.
I remember the first time I came on camera, a newly purchased WebCam, a newly made friend, I could not believe my eyes. Tall, lean, amazingly beautiful, the perfect touch of accent from Europe and points elsewhere, she invited me to watch
I remember other times. I remember making my first affair cum, I think it might have been her first in many years, my fingers in her cunt, my lips on her neck, her back on my bed, I made her come so hard she shivered and cried out and begged for more.
So many orgasms, so many small moments of pleasure and amazing spikes of ecstasy. It's a wonderful phrase, "I came so hard". It reminds me of so many moments memorable women, a knowing touch, a perfect encounter. Some are in the distant past, some happened in this very hotel room.
But that is a story for another day, one not to be told without permission....
Have wonderful horny weekend!!
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