Energy orgasms

“Electric flesh-arrows...traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.” Anaïs Nin

There is a moment, an incredible moment, when it feels like the universe is concentrated in my body. I grip it, holding it inside of me, tasting it, feeling it invade every cell until I am overwhelmed and forced to release its energy.

Then there are other moments, tender moments, when it enters me slowly—when it feels like the universe is passing through me and teasing my senses before leaving me, for just a few seconds, with the feeling that everything is exactly how it should be.

I am not ashamed to say that I am an orgasm glutton. I love them, all of them, from the sweet little orgasms I give myself in the early morning when I have woken up before my alarm and have the luxury of staying in bed for a bit, and the right-before-sleep tension easing release of a long, slow, fantasy-filled bit of masturbation, to the orgasms that Sir gives me to intensify my masochism when we are in the dungeon, and the countless orgasms he gives when we are home alone and he is determined to keep going until I break down into a puddle of tears, sweat, and gratitude.

I thought I had this whole orgasm thing pretty well figured out, fancied myself a bit of an expert really, but recently Sir introduced me a type of orgasm that I was only marginally aware was possible—the energy orgasm.

Now I have known for quite some time that I can orgasm from certain types of sadomasochistic play, and I can also give myself a mental orgasm while fantasizing, so I was not completely ignorant of the fact that genital stimulation is not required to bring me to climax.

This is different.

This is an orgasm that comes from so deep inside of me that it defies any real explanation. It is a spiritual connection manifesting in physical form that is constantly shifting and evolving and making each new experience a moment unlike any other.

The first time it happened we were both a bit surprised. We were in my bed, enjoying the morning, and at one point he put his hand on my throat and started lightly stroking (which I love—we can analyze that later, folks). I started reacting—my whole body started reacting—so Sir went with it and before we both knew it, I came—not from the stroking, but from the pure sensation of his hand on my throat, and every emotion tied to that sensation.

In the months since that happened we have experimented with this and discovered that it is possible on other parts of my body as well, though nothing is quite as powerful as the energy that exists between his, and only his, hand and the vulnerability of my exposed throat. It seems that if Sir and I both focus our energy there really are no boundaries to the energy orgasm—I can orgasm from a number of unconventional erogenous zones with only a small amount of physical stimulation.

I won’t pretend to completely understand the forces at work that make these energy orgasms possible, and I don’t really want to. I think any kind of over-analysis of this phenomenon is unnecessary—I already know everything I need to know. This happens because I am with a man whom I love, and trust, and who turns me on to the point where my body almost hums whenever I am in the same room with him. The energy between Sir and I is just so great at times that even the slightest touch can cause an orgasm because it isn’t the touch itself that does it—the touch just focuses that energy and gives my body, and my mind, permission to let go. In that moment of focus there is no separation between his energy and mine—his enters me and I submit to it, and him, and everything that represents.