Unless we are standing at someone’s deathbed we are blessed with not knowing when that final last time of something occurs.
A goodbye kiss before leaving work could very well be the last one. ‘Talk to you soon’ could be a wish never granted.
One evening, one morning, that I don’t remember, in January 2016 was the last time I ejaculated while having sex. The subsequent orgasm was mind-blowing. I remember the shivering, the gasping, the goosebumps and the tears of sheer happiness. Yes, the French say it correctly… la petite mort.
The little death.
It would be the last one for a very long time.
At that time ejaculating was already something that happened sparsely. On the other hand not ejaculating gave me divine powers. Hell, I can fuck for hours because I lack sexual relief. That is something good too. It is like a never-ending roller coaster. Princess loves to be fucked to kingdom come.
Sure, after the fucking I would lie next to Princess and jerk off. I would then ejaculate and Princess would drink me lustfully. Then Princess stopped drinking me. Not that she did not like it. Digestion was an issue and it took us some time to find out sperm was the reason why shortly after sucking me dry she had to…
So after the lovemaking, Princess exhausted after countless orgasm’s, holding her close against me, maybe a knee between her legs so she could ride me, I masturbated. Exploding on my belly, sometimes with such intensity I almost shot in my mouth.
As it had always been about pleasuring Princess I did not mind not being able to ejaculate. I considered my orgasms of minor importance. My pleasure was/is pleasuring Princess.
Don’t be fooled though. Let me put it this way, comparing it to whisky.
Masturbating is like drinking a blended whisky. Like J&B, just to name my favorite blend in that category.
Orgasming, ejaculating while having sex is like enjoying an exquisite and rare single malt whisky. An Islay Laphroaig Quarter Cask springs to mind. Or an Ardbeg Ten Years Old.
Pure of course. Maybe I’ll add a few drops of water to help and explode the flavors.
I cannot deny I do miss that kind of orgasm because sometimes it is good to think about your own pleasure too.
Almost April 2017.
Albeit still difficult, so not after 10 minutes or even half an hour, I have been experiencing the intense and mind-blowing pleasure of orgasming during intercourse again. For some reason I cannot comprehend my cock has become sensitive enough again to be able to ejaculate.
This morning, this Wednesday, March 29, I experienced an incredible orgasm and oh boy, have I missed this experience.
I could not find my breath.
My body felt like it had become weightless.
Every nerve enjoyed the goosebumps.
Yes, I felt the tears burning in my eyes.
Then I tasted how salty they were.
Thank you, Princess.
You made me die and then I was reborn in your arms.
Such a gorgeous experience.