#AiLovesToOrgasm is back on the menu! Thanks to Jason Plaisance and with a small assist from Rob Brandt over at Goodreads.
Hilariously, my first attempt has led to me jilling myself and then falling asleep BEFORE orgasm! Now even my weak and fevered body is clam jammin’ me! Gonna regroup and try again tomorrow.
—The Next Day—
Ok, wasn’t expecting to start the day off with the peegasm. Who would? You perverts might be thinking because I squirt that means I’m cool with urine, but let me tell you I AM NOT!! Femjaculate is different than tinkle - smells different, looks different, how it feels coming out is different - so my bit of golden shower earlier shouldn’t tell you how deviant I am, it should tell you how completely I succumbed to my addiction. I was utterly ick afterward and the shower was extra long to wash the shame away.
Spent most of the day feeling (physically) better. However, no matter how much I have been improving physically, the day did start off badly from an unbalanced mental state and it doesn’t take much to tip a manic like me towards depression.
What? Not all of my orgasms are rainbows and lollipops: sometimes I masturbate when I’m sad.
Back on target. My toys are still banned and I haven’t worked out in days. My boss saved me from a complete doom spiral and let me do some work from home (that’s right, the highlight of my day was getting to work again, which is depressing in and of itself). I feel fat and weak and I don’t like these feelings so when night rolled around I decided to take another shower.
Our Master Shower is a jet bath shower combo. It sounds fancy but it’s nothing special. What we do have is a head/wand combo the spouse installed, a large water heater and really good water pressure. I can boil myself alive in that shower for around 45 minutes before the water starts turning warm instead of hot.
Before stepping into the show I strip and give myself a look over in the mirror. Sometimes I like to flex off and check my groups, watch those veins pop. Other times, like today, it’s just a reminder of what I’m not or what I dislike. I don’t look long but in my mind I’m imagining some doughy 300 lb couch potato and I want to be done with sick so I can work out again.
The shower is steaming the room now so I step in. And for the first ten minutes, I do normal shower stuff. I think some people do their masturbation first then rinse from the shower, but I like to be clean before I get dirty, just a thing. I do keep an active finger moving down there to get the nub out of the hood, maybe take a little longer with the soap to run my hands all over.
I like my showers scalding hot, so I’m flush for more than one reason as I turn the temperature down slightly and take the wand as I lay back in the tub. This wand is a testament to American engineering with all the fancy settings and modes. I’m in no mood to dawdle, though, so I turn it to Hard Pulse then stick it between my legs.
I have a lot of labia minora. For you guys who didn't take an anatomy class in college, that's the flappy skin parts on a girl's twat that make y'all think of an Arby's sandwich. My girl flower is a whole bouquette and while there is plenty about my body I don't like, this is one of the few parts I've actually thought about having elective surgery on. I just have too much.
The jet stream flaps my lips around like two mud fish and pounds my girly bits with a bit of sting and heat that is quickly pushing me towards what I need.
"Ooooh, ooooooooouuummmm!"
The pulses are strong and soon I'm hitching my legs up onto the wall tiles so I can stretch my entire body out, rain from the overhead shower hitting my chest as the wand feels like a whole group of dwarves pounding me with their water hammers to mine the orgasm straight out of me. I'm really shoving the wand close, mostly for the clitoral action but enough of the stream is angling up inside me I am imagining a steady stream of hot cum filling me up while my I feel an orgasm building just from the tenderness of my labia and...and...
...I can almost reach it, pushing, straining...almost...I needneedNEED...
I burst into tears as I buck and drop the wand, climaxing finally even as the water is starting to get warm. My other hands tries to get more action out of me by going to the clit but I'm shaking too hard and I just curl up in the bath and bawl my heart out as my muscles slowly regain control of themselves and the water gets colder.
I orgasmed and it felt great, but this isn't the first time I've cried during an orgasm. The emotions that go through my head are very STRONG when I cum, sometimes those emotions bleed over, a wire gets crossed, something. I wouldn't say I was sad I orgasmed, the orgasm felt great, but the emotions that come out of me aren't always what I expect and it all gets jumbled together.
I eventually cleaned myself up and finished before the water turned into something arctic. I tried to finish writing this last night but while typing it in bed I fell asleep (stupid rona!). So here I am getting it done quickly before doing more telecommuting work from home. Hope you enjoyed this, even if sometimes honesty isn't as sexy as a sybian. Let's see if I can get back on the saddle sometime next week.
Keep harmonizing!
#ailovestoorgasm #notallorgasms #showerscene #stillsick
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