10th Jun, 2008

There’s No Such Thing as Just One More When the Hitachi is Involved

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We’d been at it for the better part of a day, minus some small swaths of time for sleep, food and drink.  Finally prudence suggested that it was time to start heading to the showers.

Usually we get clean together, reasoning that any dirtiness must have been put there by the other, who should therefore be responsible for removing it.  But I wasn’t ready.  “You go ahead,” I told him.  “I’m going to rest for a few more minutes.”

After 22-plus hours of sex, any sensible woman would have been satisfied, especially if she’d fucked her partner’s cock to a state of raw pinkness that would take days to heal.  And if her own bits were an even pinker pussy shade than usual.

But no.  As I rested, my hand once again found its way between my legs.  The shower ran just a few feet away while I came again and again, but something still wasn’t satisfied.

It was the lack of gushing, I realized.  I’d been fully cunt-stuffed throughout by finger, toy, hand and penis.  Too much stuffedness impedes the gushing process, so it seems, though I can hardly claim to have studied this scientifically.

“I need to come,” I announced as he stepped from the shower, clean and dripping.

He was stunned.  “You still need to come?  What have we been doing for the past day?”

When I explained my theory of gushing, he understood.  He understood, so he pulled from beneath the bed my magical Hitachi.  Another man might have balked at being asked to help someone get off after nearly a day of getting her off, but not this man.  He took a seat at the foot of my bed with the toy in one hand and its variable-speed controller in the other.  He gently pushed it onto me.

The dam broke.  Everything previously obstructed rushed forth, splashing my thighs, my knees, and surely all the way up to his shoulders.

The Hitachi’s head rattled with fluid but still my friend hung in there.  His front-row seat allowed him to see everything, I thought in between orgasms.  No matter how much time I’ve spent with him or how thoroughly he’s explored my body, I coudn’t help but feel shy that he was seeing me so exposed.

Why?  I wondered later, after I was dry and dressed again. Could it be that I can barely believe that anyone would want to experience something so intense with me?  Or be so close to the action?  Or run the risk of being screamed at, splashed on, and crushed by the forces generated from between my legs?

It still surprises me that my partners will bear with me through all that. Every time it surprises me.

Maybe some day I’ll take it for granted.

Responses

We are programmed to believe that women in particular can expose their emotional need, but that sexual needs should be somehow hidden, or guessed at. To expose that sexual need exposes a hidden emotional need, in that it admits trust in the person who witnesses the need. That, in itself, is both exceptional and scary.

Any man that wouldn’t bear with you through it is a sissy. A sissy, I tell ya!

Are you kidding? It’s a *huge* turn-on. I am *so* envious of your lover!

My friend and I doing the long distance thing and I am amazed that after months and months, he still wants to hear me cum.

“Don’t you get tired of hearing my heavy breathing?” I ask, always a tiny bit embarrassed at my abandon. “Never” is his response every time.

God I love gushing/squirting…I’ll echo Dan…that is just so fucking hot I can’t even begin to tell you.

I hope you never, never take it for granted. It’s a lovely thing to be surprised in that way.

That’s such a wonderful thing. I understand the self-consciousness. In that moment one is bare to the world–literally and otherwise. There is no controlled hiding of facial expression, of vocal intonation–you are perfectly what you are in the moment of intense orgasm. :)

I’ve never witnessed gushing. I’m guess I’m at a loss.

That begs the question: Is that an indictment of me?

Yeah, men need to understand that while for us it is quite evident once we’ve been sexually ‘released’, women may have varying degrees of climax without actually achieving the full apex of orgasm.

Men also shouldn’t feel inadequate just because a highly powerful vibrator can do something the penis wasn’t meant to do: those things are incredible (even try just using it for a massage= wonderful).

BB

Oh yeah, the Hitachi does stuff that would be impossible for another human being to do.

But it could never replace one.

:)

I swear if I was a better writer this post could have been mine exactly. I’ve had that exact same experience of needing to gush even after hours and hours and hours of orgasm after screaming, panting, roof-rafter-shaking orgasm. And I, too, still marvel at my partners’ marveling at me. It’s a funny thing sex.

Any man would be a fool not to want to be with you at that moment.

But, correct me if I’m wrong, I seem to remember that you didn’t particularly like the Hitachi. When did I miss that this is now the response you have.

Oh I just got one of those… hehehe… along with the Nexus Tri-pod… oooOOOooo baby!

:)

Suffice it to say that I’ve had a change of heart (a change of cunt?) about the Hitachi.

:)

I would NEVER leave, as long as you wanted me in THAT position!!!!
My delight is to SEE the NEED fulfilled!

I can’t say enough great things about the Hitachi. Where would I be without her? This is a toy that every woman must learn to work with….I only wish I were a lot smaller. The size makes it hard to keep discreet.

You seriously need to tell us your secret to finding men who can last 22 hours! You seem to enjoy keeping the secret to yourself on where to find these fantastic men. ;)

Gushing is amazing and I only wish that I could do it on command, because God knows that I feel the need to gush often, especially when stressed the hell out (like now for instance). Every guy I have been with gets excited at the thought that he might actually see me gush. I am sure your guys are just as excited.

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