Writing a sex blog has indeed enabled me to think more deeply about my private ways of functioning. This article is a perfect example of that. For a long time, I never really thought about how I reached orgasm - except whether it was through my fingers, their tongues, or my sex toys, etc. - I just... reached orgasm, or didn't, depending on the situation. Ah, my body reached orgasm again. Oh my god, that feeling was just so wonderful. It wasn't until recently that I began to wonder if there are different types of orgasms?
Of course, I can only talk based on my personal experience, so today I will be here to share my experience with all of you.
I often only truly feel the type of climax I'm experiencing or have experienced when I'm masturbating or after that. Not when having sex with my partner. During sex with my partner, I usually feel very surprised and relieved that I was able to reach climax, considering my annoying habit of being overly concerned about what my partner is doing, thinking, and feeling.
However, there are several types that are specifically designed for the intimate moments between me and my partner – as you will discover when you read the list below.
May is the month of masturbation. So this seems to be the best time to share with everyone all the different types of orgasms I discovered during and after my solo (yes, sometimes shared) masturbation sessions.
So far, the 10 types of sexual climax that I have identified
It feels as if I have been immersed in a deep heat.
My "deep heat" climax made my whole body feel warm and cozy. As usual, that sudden rush of pleasure came upon me, but accompanied by the tension of the nerve, a wave of heat spread from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, instantly turning into a furnace. Whether I was in bed or my partner was on top of me, I had to immediately break free from the restraints, getting rid of any additional bindings and insulation layers.
The sweat flowed down my back in a smooth layer, countless drops forming between my breasts and rolling down my body. Between my legs, the heat, lubricant and vaginal secretions mixed together, creating a slippery gushing pool after the climax.
Trains that do not stop at stations
Some orgasms are a carefully planned journey, starting from a state of complete lack of sexual desire, progressing through temptation and arousal, and finally reaching a clear climax endpoint. Take it easy. But some orgasms, like the ones I'm focusing on here, do not consider the climax as the final destination. It's as if I'm on a never-ending train, looking at the climax through the window. It looks great, and I can understand it.
At one point, I doubted whether I had really reached the climax; but I knew for sure that I had. At that moment, I was emitting heat all over, feeling extremely cold, and my body was rushing towards the climax at an incredible speed. During the climax, my brain seemed to explode with sparks. But as soon as the climax came, my body threw me back from the peak and brought me back to the state of "absolutely no climax". I was still panting, feeling extremely hot all over, and extremely excited - but the climax ended so quickly, like a sprinter giving a gentle kiss on the cheek and preparing to break the world record.
I'm certain that my brain is being damaged.
This kind of climax feels like the sensation I get when I'm running at full speed on a treadmill; but it's not my heart that's about to burst, but my brain. Once the climax hits, this feeling seems to exceed the capacity of my brain - accompanied by a tsunami-like pure pleasure, I become increasingly worried about the throbbing in my head.
Could this be the ultimate climax that drives me to the breaking point? Is the power of the climax so overwhelming that it makes it impossible for a person to bear it? Can I survive unscathed? Or will I eventually lie here after the climax, with brain matter flowing out of my ears and my eyeballs protruding from my eye sockets?
Fortunately, I always manage to get through these imaginative peaks - at least so far. Always on edge.
I feel extremely guilty.
This is simply about quick masturbation. Control the urge to finish quickly. Have you tried this? Such an urge might occur on a Tuesday afternoon, a time that is completely unsuitable for making love with a partner or indulging in prolonged self-pleasure. But the climax is just too eager to come. Many times, nothing can trigger it. I feel a sharp pain, that's it - I know it's time for my body to explode into climax, so that I can continue working or do whatever I was doing at that moment. Before I can sort myself out, I can't put anything into it.
These peaks come quickly and can make people relax rapidly, but they are hard to fully satisfy. It's more like a snack at a gas station than a satisfying meal. It's like the self-amusement snacks stolen from the food truck of life.
I grabbed the latest reliable sex toy, hoping it would be fully charged before I used it. Then I slipped into the bathroom and was able to achieve a clitoral orgasm without any lubrication. Usually, it takes less than a minute to ejaculate. There's no other way but to quickly relax.
I screamed, but only in my mind.
This kind of situation doesn't occur frequently enough.
But oh my god... When the opportunity came along, it was truly amazing.
Living in a family home with children and a partner means that I can never be as loud as I would like to be / as naturally as I do during sex and masturbation. And I would naturally become very loud. This means that at home, I have to constantly be aware of my volume during the climax stimulation, which might prevent me from truly immersing myself in the pleasure.
Therefore, this is also one of the reasons why I am so passionate about hotels.
When I went out with my partner and had the opportunity to enjoy our sexual time (of course, we acted alone), I unconsciously developed the habit of getting excited as soon as we entered a hotel room. Past experiences had taught me what kind of pleasure was hidden between us. In our unrestrained sexual encounters, I was finally able to fully and completely immerse myself in the pleasure of the climax, screaming, twisting my legs, wildly waving, and fully releasing the passion of the climax.
Eternal things
Is this a multiple climax? When I experienced the pleasure of this climax, I kept asking myself this question in my mind.
I was heading towards that familiar destination. Suddenly, on the horizon, the first sign of the climax appeared. I walked straight towards it. Oh my God, don't let anything distract me now. Focus.
Sure enough, the climax arrived... It was bliss, it was magic, it was the glow of a rainbow, the glow of a unicorn, and the light of saving the world. Then, just as I thought it would fade away, it... didn't. It continued. I felt as if I had experienced a symphony of five climaxes. Not one climax followed another; instead, it was the duration of five climaxes, like a rising and falling pleasure concerto.
Will all this come to an end? Do I want it to end? Can I live like this, endlessly enjoying the peaks in this blissful ocean? Is this my current life? Just as I was about to accept this endless ride on the waves of these peaks throughout my life, it came to an end.
The one that I was granted permission for
This is a pure, completely fabricated eccentricity. Nothing can compare to the climax that I was "allowed" to experience in the end. It was being held back, being teased, being brought to the brink of climax again, then being taken away, then pursuing the scent of the climax, just to lift it high up, out of reach, unattainable... For a long enough time, I thought I would definitely lose this battle, and the torrent would inevitably burst forth... Finally, he told me that I was allowed. Not just me, but I had to do it. Now, ejaculate for me.
The intensity of the allowed climax depends on the mindset, role-playing, and the path to achieving it. Here, it is usually through my age role-playing preference - he plays the role of "father" and I play the role of "little girl" - but I know for others, a more traditional "dominant" approach would allow the bound or chaste "submissive" to finally experience the release of the climax.
The climax I was allowed to experience was a performance. I didn't merely feel the release into the blissful abyss after being teased mentally and physically; I experienced it for him. I had the climax because he allowed it, because he told me to do so, because he told me he wanted me to do it. This made him happy; he could control that moment, become the one who said I could, watching me writhing and panting in his embrace, releasing a powerful climax.
cure
My therapeutic orgasms usually occur simultaneously with the allowed orgasms (as mentioned above), but this is not always the case. Due to the immense physical and mental stress, I may experience therapeutic orgasms, and the physical release is also a form of relief, leading to emotional catharsis. I often find myself crying during the orgasm, and the pleasure of the release is too much for me to bear. Those are not bad tears; they are just the suppressed stress and emotions being released from my body through the orgasm.
My different types of orgasms... Usually, I don't completely collapse and cry my eyes out when masturbating. When I release stress through an orgasm, I can find comfort in it. But the truly healing tears come from having my partner by my side and providing me with additional emotional support. Maybe it's because I'm protecting myself; I don't want to be alone when I'm at my most vulnerable and fragile. Maybe it's because I hope he can comfort me with words, caresses, and hugs, whether during or after masturbation.
These therapeutic and cathartic orgasms, though exhausting, feel great. After the climax, I felt empty all over, and the stress and burdens vanished. I felt much more relaxed, but at the same time, I also felt exhausted. After the climax, usually the next thing is a sleep until dawn, and the body and mind are healed.