The Physiology of a Female Orgasm

Foreword

I like to orgasm. I come easily, within minutes. It’s kind of annoying. I know a longer delay will give me a stronger orgasm but my body doesn’t want to wait. My body wants gratification. What my body likes best is fingers and tongue. I even came once with only fingers up my ass. If I am on my own it likes a vibrator; the small bullet shaped kind which is specifically for clitoral stimulation. I masturbate quite a lot – more than any other woman I know anyway. I orgasm at least once a day, sometimes three or four times. I am always chasing the next orgasm. As soon as I have finished I want another, and another. I am not satisfied. I don’t have to be turned on to masturbate. In fact I am rarely turned on when I do. There is no foreplay as such. I start straight on my clit. I masturbate because I am bored, because it’s fun, because I love the sensation of being close to orgasm, of feeling the orgasm take me and for one moment I’m in that space, in my own world. There is no greater pleasure for me.

Someone once told me I am insatiable. I think with the right partner(s) I could be satisfied. I have a need to be fucked and sucked and come on and teased until I am spent. There has to be someone out there who is capable of matching my passion and drive for pleasure. I am perpetually ready for sex. On my five minute walk from the bus stop to work I look at breasts on women, asses on men, arms on men and pretty faces on women. I imagine what I would do to them. Sometimes I even utter words out loud when I see something I really like. I like to seek eye contact with such people and hold their gaze just a little longer than normal.

When I’m on my own, in my room, I mess around with multiple vibrators. Sometimes I have a large one inside me and a smaller one on my clit. Sometimes I fuck myself with the larger vibrator, just to hear the sound of my juices as I drive it in and out of me. Lately I have been using two small clit vibrators, either side of my clit. It’s a weird sensation. Because I masturbate so much, and because I am a keen observer, I have mentally noted what my body does as I progress towards an orgasm. I’m not sure whether what happens to me is the same as for all women. I don’t curl my toes like one of my friends does. I’ll describe what happens.

An orgasm

As I begin to masturbate, I like to have my left leg bent and my right leg straight. I start by circling around my clit. I can’t have direct contact yet as the sensation is too intense. As I circle around, sometimes I hit a nerve and my left leg twitches. It reminds me of a dog’s leg pumping when you scratch its belly. After I am bored with circling, I press the vibrator to the right hand side of my clit and squeeze it, using my left hand to assist. It’s almost like a milking technique. This gets me to a plateau fairly quickly. It’s at this stage that I want to be filled. I normally want cock inside me, or at least fingers. Apparently this is a normal physiological stage of the female orgasm. I sometimes feel wetness from my pussy trickle down between the cheeks of my ass. My muscles in my butt begin to contract and I tilt my pelvis forward. My stomach muscles also contract and release. Sometimes I rock my hips a little, as if willing myself to come. I can now use more direct contact and more pressure on my clit. My breathing changes and my heart rate increases. I am no longer aware of what my hands or the vibrator are doing. I am seeking the exact right spot to get me over the edge. I adopt a rhythmic technique, kind of like fucking, except only my clit is involved. My orgasm builds and falls away. My feet and legs start to burn. It’s not a muscular burning, but a sensation I feel on my skin. My pussy is now twitching and contracting inwards. The orgasm hits me, starting at my clit and radiating outwards to my pussy and butt. My pussy contracts rhythmically, strong at first, then slowly decreasing in intensity as I fall down the other side of the orgasm. Sometimes I feel like crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes I don’t feel anything other than a vague satisfaction. Afterwards I always want more. Always chasing that next orgasmic high…