Orgasms never last long enough.
No matter how good it is, it's always over too soon.
I ask two girlfriends how long their orgasms last. Both women said less than a minute. One guy said two minutes.
Do men have longer orgasms than women? I doubt it, but if I’m wrong, I want to know how to get two minutes.
I watched porn for few hours last night—straight hardcore in-and-out sex. I wondered as I sat there, why it is that pleasure looks so much like pain.
I had three orgasms within two hours and I was still not satisfied. The damn orgasms were over too soon. Shouldn’t three orgasms within such a short time exhaust me?
Of all the things that I could be thinking about this morning, of all the issues facing the world, politics, world hunger, homelessness, fatherless children, poverty, global warming, all I wanted to know was how to have longer orgasms.
I’m sure that we get such a brief taste for a reason. We expend so much energy that it drains us physically. Isn’t that why we usually fall asleep afterward?
But wouldn't it be something if we could remain in an orgasmic state for say 3 minutes? Three mind-blowing, sending-shivers-up-my-spine, body-erupting, toe-curling ecstasy—
Wouldn’t it be something if we could freeze the moment it starts, from a subtle shiver that keeps getting bigger, more intense until your body is no longer under your control. And that subtle shiver now a plethora of sensations, tingles, tremors, pain and pleasure so strong and commanding we have no choice but to give in. Your muscles tighten and ties you in knots you cannot untangle and do not want to. Your mind registers nothing but pleasure. You have no control. None.
We’re all slaves, stripped of all defenses, the ones we use so convincingly everyday to hide this part of ourselves. We love it don’t we, to be so fucking shameless, so open. And for a brief moment we get to let go and feel everything that we are all at once. This is what we hold onto as if for our lives when our body explodes and forces us into submission.
How often do we scream the way we do in the throes of ecstasy? How often do we close our eyes tight and hold on for our lives?
That’s how I am all the time. Open. Shameless. Exposed and feeling everything all at once.