The wonders of the female orgasm....

I find nothing more exciting than watching a woman in the throes of an orgasm. I often wonder what women feel...physically AND emotionally...while experiencing orgasm brought on by their favorite means of stimulation?

The most erotic thing I can remember is the sight of a lady to whom I was administering a fairly innocuous enema...no exotic nozzle, solution, whatever...We were about half way thru the enema (which she otherwise seemed to be enjoying); she was lying on her back on the bed, legs spread and eyes closed, when I saw her slowly reach down to her clitoris and barely touch it...once and for only the briefest of moments. One touch and I watched her face relax into a slight flush, a brief flicker of her lips into a gentle smile, and a quiet sigh. Her body tensed for a moment and that was it. For the next 5 minutes or so she simply lay still, eyes closed and relaxed...that was it! When she returned to the conscious world she simply sighed and whispered, "That was WONDERFUL". Only happened once, but 'twas a moment I can never forget!!

On the other hand, my ladylove is a screamer of the first order, and can experience orgasm (with my fingers or tongue at the helm) of the most intense nature screaming to the point of my worrying about someone calling the local gendarmes!! This can often go one for more than two or three minutes and almost invariably results in her collapsing from exhaustion and drifting off into sleep for an hour or more! I LOVE IT!!

So, to the point/question... How, ladies, do you experience orgasm? Physically and emotionally...what goes on? Curious minds (mostly, I guess, mine) want to know. Share!!!

Orgasms are a great thing, and need to happen often. Before finding my special person, Anthony, I often resorted to masturbating myself for pleasure. Usually under the influence of alcohol or, back in the day, sweet Mary Jane. I don't know, there was just a part of me that felt I could only enjoy such pleasures while completely numb, in essence, to everything else. My mind is constantly thinking about different thoughts, and the thoughts come and go and can be so random and it drives me fruit, nevermind what others think....not that I try to bother people too much with my thoughts. So, I'd numb my mind so I could intently focus on the pleasure at hand...or, the pleasure at the expense of my hand anyways 🤭

God, in those moments, I could touch myself for hours....of course now, I have a womanizer (clitoral stimulator) that just heightens this tantalizing feeling, not to mention Anthony.

To get to the topic at hand...this feeling, these orgasms, can be utterly intense and explosive...volcanic, passionate, the pinnacle of immense gratification, provoking a sense of complete, euphoric relief. I'm not as poetic as some on here but you get the gist and, essentially I'm getting wet thinking about this topic. Orgasms are life. I need them in my life to get away from the mental chaos at times. They are more to me than just a simple sexual release of my vaginal nectar....there are emotions in them. They are the feelings and thoughts and the fantasies lodged in the depths of my soul and they ache for their much needed release.

I feel the way I need to feel in those moments...it can change depending on my mood. More than often, I just feel sexy and I feel like a woman: completely adored and loved and in control of what she thinks, needs, and wants. Some of the most intense orgasms I've had, I have even felt this electrifying sensation that starts around my neck and ears....a burning hot sensation, that moves its way around and the hairs all over my body stand up and sends chills throughout. 🥵🫶

...I just feel sexy and I feel like a woman: completely adored and loved and in control of what she thinks, needs, and wants." Exactly. The self-doubt, am-I-pretty-enough, did he like that, all that sort of thing just dissolves when I have an orgasm, whether with a partner or solo. I am complete and splendid just as I am.

One of the unanticipated things about our children growing up and leaving the nest is how much more time I spend thinking about (and having) sex. I'm a much more sexual being at (cough-cough) years than I was when I was young, broke, and sleep-deprived.

Grow old along with me, eh?

Ladies, a little secret that many of you already know.. Leaving work early on Friday because it’s been a horrendous week and going home to spend some quiet time with my enema bag doesn’t always just result in giving my lower GI a good cleanse.

The wonders of how my body responds to the stimulation of an enema tube and a bag of warm water is one of the incredible joys of womanhood. The physical and emotional release of pent-up feelings is one of the most therapeutic gifts that a female can give to herself. Her enema bag can be one of her most intimate companions for some TLC.

I can't really say what I feel because I'm too busy enjoying the orgasm experience.

Sometimes my back thigh muscles, when on top, will cramp up. If the cramps wait until after the orgasm or if they happen before depends if I get to finish an orgasm. Too much leg muscle cramps have spoiled a good orgasm.

I am a loud one when I orgasm.. With the nest empty...I do not have to be quiet. Before I had to be very aware of keeping quiet so as not to let the kids in on what we were doing.