One of the hardest things about writing filth is that the ultimate aim of it – the orgasm – is spectacularly difficult to explain in words. How do you describe what an orgasm feels like?
I’ve heard it described as a ‘shattering’ feeling, of a powerful heat, a flash, whatever, and none of that seems to properly sum up what happens in my body when I come. Ultimately, the only way to know is to stick your hand down your pants and let those familiar feelings wash over you, whereupon you’ll go ‘yep, that feels pretty much like it. Case closed.’
Unfortunately, of course, I can only ever know how it feels like for me. While I’m happy rubbing enthusiastically at myself to remind me just how awesome orgasms are, I’m singularly disappointed that I’ll never be able to experience an orgasm from a penis-holder’s point of view. Moreover, I’m pretty sure that other women experience orgasms differently to me. Hell, mine are different depending on what position or mood I’m in, and whether they’re brought on by a cock, a battery-operated gadget or (most frequently) my own fair hands.
Write about orgasms, win unspecified prizes
So, a challenge: below I’ve had a bloody good go at describing exactly what I think an orgasm feels like. If you would like to have a crack at describing how it feels when you come, please do leave a description in the comments below, on your own blog, or email it to hellogirlonthenet at gmail if you’re shy (names won’t be published if you don’t want them to be). Because I really really want to hear your stories, there’ll be a prize for the best one, although I haven’t quite decided what that prize will be. It’ll cost at least a tenner and I promise it won’t be shit. If you have any suggestions for a prize, stick them in the comments too.
Entries close on the 26th of July, or whenever people grow bored of this game.
An unnecessarily detailed description of orgasm
It starts with all the obvious things in the obvious places – tingling, warm sensations in my clit, my cunt. A tightness in my chest that’s warm too. Most of these things are incidental, unnoticeable while I focus on whatever’s making them happen – my thighs wrapped round someone, the quick urgent movements that I’m making to rub myself up against something that feels good.
But at a certain point they start to take over. The sensation of movement in my muscles is eclipsed by a slight feeling of weakness in my limbs, and a building tightness at the base of my stomach.
And when the tightness builds, the waves start. Slowly at first, there’s a creeping sensation just at the top of my thighs. If I focus I can make it come quicker – make me come quicker. The waves build and I feel close to falling into it. No, not falling as such, but letting go. Relaxing. I feel like I’m on the brink of an amazing stretch or a yawn, something that will push relief out through all of my limbs.
When the actual orgasm hits, it hits at the base of my stomach again. I couldn’t pinpoint where until about three months ago when someone showed me an MRI scan of the clitoris. The clitoris, like the most unusual iceberg you ever saw, has more below the surface than you’d imagine. Nerve endings stretch back into the body and up through your groin, to that magical place in your gut. When I come, I feel it in my clit – not just the surface but through my whole clit, deep into my body.
The waves – usually between 5-10 of them, run up from that place, pushing yawn-like relief through my muscles, then quickly wash back down to my stomach and my crotch. Up, back, up and back, starting strong and powerful and gradually getting calmer. Until my thighs tremble and my arms feel weak, and the ache in my muscles takes over again.
Recently someone emailed me and told me that, after a particularly powerful orgasm, her vision is tinted green. I found this quite fascinating. Occasionally I’ll lie there after coming and see spots in my eyes, the ones you get from looking at a bright light, or if you rub your eyes too hard. Is this common? I’d love to know. But by far the most common thing for me is that after a powerful orgasm – one brought on by my favourite kind of angry, frantic sex – I get a headache.
This isn’t from the orgasm itself, or from accidentally bashing myself against the headboard. I think it’s just that in the heat and mess and lust of a good time, I temporarily forget how to breathe.