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Holy shit, I’m polyorgasmic

By Witchy | June 1, 2007

The Merriam-Webster Online says the term, polyorgasmic, does not exist. Nor does polyorgasm. Because I knew I’d read the phrase somewhere before, I continued to search and found what I was looking for. Everything2.com gives the following definition of polyorgasmic:

    - Not to be confused with multiple orgasms.
    - A polyorgasmic woman has simultaneous orgasms. It is a clitoral, vaginal, nipple perking, tongue lashing extravaganza of extreme sexual pleasure.
    - Something like an earth-shattering orgasm.

And this definition fits. Perfectly.

It amazes me that somehow, after all of these years of marriage, after the inevitable dry spells, and the terrifying dead times, that we can end up with the kind of relationship that helped me become polyorgasmic. It might not be listed in the more “respectable” dictionaries, but it’s clearly not a total anomaly. So I’m not alone. Good to know.

But it floored me, nevertheless.

I laid there tonight, on our Esse chair, and watched him leave after he’d kissed me softly goodnight, and I thought, “Holy shit. I’m polyorgasmic.” And I was. I’d had dozens of successive orgasms, and they had occurred in multiple places on my body. Heart-stopping, the-universe-stopped-spinning kind of multiple orgasms that eliminate every ounce of energy in your body - for a few minutes… then fill you with boundless energy.

Holy-Shit orgasms.

I’ve been that way for a couple of years now, without even thinking it unusual. But maybe it is. I don’t for one minute regret the ability, however.

What I want to know is, how did I get to be so lucky? I know some women go their whole lives without experiencing orgasm at all. If orgasm was easy, I wouldn’t be in business. And that’s a fact.

But there has to be a reason why.

All I can attribute it to is the changes that have occurred in our marriage the last couple of years. The new openness, not only emotionally and verbally, but sexually. The “let’s play” attitude, and willingness to try new and totally different things.

Or maybe I’m just lucky, and am married to the world’s greatest lover.

Or maybe both.

Topics: On Sex |

10 Responses to “Holy shit, I’m polyorgasmic”

  1. Tim Says:
    October 15th, 2007 at 1:59 am

    So, tossing aside the rhetorical “I’m the world’s greatest lover,” … I forgot what I was gonna write. Oh yeah … As we get older do we appreciate sex more? In what appears to be a dichotomy, I’m no longer interested in fucking everything with a vagina that moves, although I get horny everytime I go to the beach (Southern California has that effect) or cruise through the Cyber Club, sex (with a partner) has become something more than a physical gratification for me yet I do want to have sex all the time. A lot of the time anyway! Hope that’s clear.

  2. Witchy Says:
    October 15th, 2007 at 2:07 am
    Heheheh! Quite clear! :)

    I think we do appreciate sex more as we get older. We’re in less of a hurry (most of the time!) to “get to the point”. At least, that’s what I find.

  3. Tim Says:
    October 18th, 2007 at 6:11 pm

    I agree … but I find myself, when careening up and down a beach ogling every tight and skimpy bikini I pass, wanting to do the hokey-pokey with the cute young girl in the bikini (hoping of course they are of legal tender), but then I think through the event and ask myself, do I want to chat with someone whose vernacular is a cross between ghetto-riffic and Valley Girl? Usually kills the erection instantly. (sigh) … maybe I shouldn’t think things through …

  4. Witchy Says:
    October 18th, 2007 at 8:50 pm
    Well… hmmm. I think oogling is normal… and thinking can get you in trouble sometimes. It’s a toss up. :D
  5. Tim Says:
    October 19th, 2007 at 4:09 pm

    I’ll try to just oogle the bikinis and their owners …
    Last summer two young hotties approached my nephew and I, started chatting us up, shared their pizza (they were wearing Tim-approved bikinis!) and voila! That hadn’t happened to me in years! But, gotta say, my 20-sumthin nephew is a babe magnet. I need to drag him to the beach more!

  6. Witchy Says:
    October 19th, 2007 at 4:41 pm
    I think you do… lol
  7. Tim Says:
    October 19th, 2007 at 5:00 pm

    Yeah … but no matter how cool Uncle Timbini is, hanging out with an old dude … (sigh) … So … I gotta try and be a babe magnet myself.
    You know, it never occurred to me: I could have been the babe magnet!

  8. Witchy Says:
    October 19th, 2007 at 5:03 pm
    I bet you WERE the babe magnet. :)
  9. Tim Says:
    October 19th, 2007 at 9:46 pm

    Gosh, you made me blush!

  10. Witchy Says:
    October 19th, 2007 at 9:48 pm
    LOL!

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