|This is one of those entries that the more meek should avoid.
It's about orgasm and sex. Or vice-versa.
I think orgasm is largely overrated, but it's a rather personal and subjective thing, and what I feel when I climax might not be what you feel, so for you, hey, maybe it's underrated, who knows?
Orgasm is really hard for me to come by, even when I am the one trying to bring it on. It's ok, I know that an estimated 30% of women are in the same boat. I'm not alone in this. And I know that I am not alone in that I don't actually seek it out when having sex. I like the thrusting better.
Recently I experienced something new, and upon describing it, I was told it was a multiple. Hmmm, I dunno, I thought I'd felt multiples before, and as the name implies, they were strings of orgasms in rapid succession. No, no, this thing was different, bigger, stronger, involving much more of my nervous system than just the nerves in the groin. Hell my arms were tingling, not the tickling tingle like I get in the teeth when enjoying some very pleasurable thrusting, but jangling mad tingling, electric tingling. And all these sensations all over and concentrated in the nexus of my clit, kept getting stronger and bigger and I worried about my state of consciousness. And this never reached a climax. It never exploded into relief, just kept going and going unitl I was utterly exhausted and had to stop. Maybe I hit a fear barrier, maybe there was climax around the bend, I dunno. But it had been going on for such a long long time, and I couldn't take the power of these sensations any longer.
Thing is, this thing, as wonderful and powerful as it was, well, I don't want it. If it comes again, I will accept it, but I really am not looking for that again. It was too much. It was too big.
No this didn't happen today, so maybe it doesn't belong in today's entry. But it has been stewing in my mind for awhile, and now I finally feel like talking about it.
Feel up to a Yiddish word? (Abrupt change of subject.) I started to learn Yiddish words several years ago, or started consciously to, anyway, cuz all of us know some and just don't realize it. I bought two books by Leo Rosten that are probably the most fun I ever had learning a language. Well, there were Ascensio's Spanish lessons <wicked grin>. But that was a bit different, ma corazon.
Anyway the books were The Joys of Yiddish and The Joys of Yinglish. Leo demonstrates pronounciation with some pretty silly rhymes and he illustrates the meanings of the words with hilarious jokes, and that does indeed make it fun. I might get inspired from time to time to share some of these here.
Like tchotchke. Very versatile word:
2. An inexpensive unimportant thing.
3. A bruise, contusion, wound.
4. A nobody.
5. A misfit, and unadjusted child, a problem and burden to one and all.
6. A loose or kept woman.
7. An ineffectual person, a fifth wheel, a disappointment.
9. A sexy but brainless broad.
I'd rather be a bren. More on that later.
"Who was that?" the wife demanded.
"If you must know," the husband replied, "that was my mistress."
"Your mistress? That's it! I want a divorce!" the wife fumed.
The husband looked her straight in the eye and said, "Are you sure you want to give up our big house in the suburbs, your Mercedes, your furs, your jewelry, and our vacation home in Mexico?" For a long time they continued dining in silence.
Finally, the woman nudged her husband and said, "Isn't that Howard over there? Who's he with?"
"That's HIS mistress," her husband replied.
"Oh," she said, taking a bite of dessert. "Ours is much cuter."