I orgasm pretty very easily, and come pretty goddamn hard, and from all manner of stimuli.
Whether it is from making out, being spanked, the tightening of a rope coupled with That Look, or a slap to the face or an extended club remix session of attentive nipple stimulation or being forced to lick a particularly sexy boot or…
Um. Shit. What was my point…? Right right.
Orgasming.
The wintastic @AvaAmnesia commented on Twitter about orgasms and orgasming easily being a drawback. I was immediately reminded of a rather disconcerting situation so I tucked it away for a SMSS.
Here it is, a shout out to my hair-trigger clit sisters
Huzzah, it works this time around! And I think I need to write down “Don’t look a gift snatch in the vagina” as one of the best quotes EVER. Amber´s last blog ..HNT: Teeth Marks
My partner declared me the “orgasm starter kit” because I’m so easy to get off. Basic rule is if it’s pierced, lick it/touch it/play with it and i’ll be good to go.
Pros: Batteries retain life longer.
Cons: trying to explain to n00bs that I dont fake.
yup. the few times I’ve been asked if I was faking during sex (all of two) both times I stopped, asked if they were really that insecure, got dressed and left.
if you are so blessed,then count yourself so lucky to be so….. in my life and times…. I have ran the gamut…. from Ice
Queens to Preacher’s Daughters….. and had some real winners in between…. and to have fun with someone who does
come loudly and often is such a joy….. and it’s so much pleasure for me ’cause I love it when someone loves just what
I’m doing and joins in so wonderfully……
lamesabassman….. one day soon, I must tell you of a dream I had with you as the main event…. so hellacool….
lamesabassman Reply: September 8th, 2009 at 10:01 pm
T’was around July 4th
and I had way too much
of every ting Irie
so I went to my Big Bro’s study
to admire his big screen
and fell asleep in 5 flat
and woke up standing on a line
to see a movie
when you came
into view
you said you knew who owned
the place
and you said it
with your eyes
all over my face…
out came your hand
and pulled me in
straight to screening booth….
we usher in…. like fallen snow
on cotton….
and no body was there…
you said for me to sit
and when I did
you sat on my legs
while your lips drew
tattoos all down my neck,
tongue tips in
and around my ears
to my mouth
and there, we lingered
for quite a while
as your fingers did
the walking,your breathless talking
made my nature …. rise…. and
to find that nothing… sweet nothing
came between those satin thighs
my… my.. such a surprise….
I was wearing sweat pants
so easy access
was had by all….
then you raised
ever so slightly and sweetly
to slide down… so deeply
to exclaim such a moan
as to reach deeply
to the bone…..
the lights dimmed
in the booth.. and theater 2
we went past Nirvana
towards the dark side of the Moon…….
lamesabassman….. and that’s when I woke up …. all to soon….
Comment by lamesabassman — September 7, 2009 @ 1:36 am
Lord what a loser that guy was. Personally, if a playmate keeps coming and coming, I choose to decide that I have mad skills. That’s right MAD SKILLS! I see it as a personal compliment. Now I realize that you can cum with sandpaper and a phonebook (It’s a joke people, REEE-LAX) but even if you can, it is still my sticking to it that allows it to keep happening. When I stop, you stop, right? Or at least stop until you rub one or five out while I am counting baby wipes in the bathroom.
BTW, I officially want an elephant costume so you can hug me while telling stories.
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Some things are mixed blessings.
Hey Mo, I think your video cut you off in the middle of your story.
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mollena Reply:
September 6th, 2009 at 4:55 pm
Dammit! Yeah, I didn’t realize until I posted it. Vimeo fucked it up
I’m re-uploading it. I should pull it until it is fixed.
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Comment by Amber — September 6, 2009 @ 4:15 pm
Huzzah, it works this time around! And I think I need to write down “Don’t look a gift snatch in the vagina” as one of the best quotes EVER.
Amber´s last blog ..HNT: Teeth Marks
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mollena Reply:
September 7th, 2009 at 7:48 pm
HELZ yeah!! And to think I was moderately embarrassed because I thought it sounded weird!
Thanks for reading and commenting, Miss Wunnerful!
xoxo
Mo
mollena´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…**horn tooting**
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Comment by Amber — September 6, 2009 @ 8:43 pm
My partner declared me the “orgasm starter kit” because I’m so easy to get off. Basic rule is if it’s pierced, lick it/touch it/play with it and i’ll be good to go.
Pros: Batteries retain life longer.
Cons: trying to explain to n00bs that I dont fake.
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mollena Reply:
September 8th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
I SO dislike the implication that having lots of easy orgasms means you’re faking it.
If one WAS faking it, one would wait a seemly amount of time in order to fake out the other person that there were actually enjoying themselves.
A self-esteem thing, no?
Solidarity, sister!
xoxo
Mo
mollena´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…A cool cool contest Courtesey of Bad Bad Girl.
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Samber Reply:
September 10th, 2009 at 10:08 am
yup. the few times I’ve been asked if I was faking during sex (all of two) both times I stopped, asked if they were really that insecure, got dressed and left.
Reply
Comment by Samber — September 6, 2009 @ 11:06 pm
if you are so blessed,then count yourself so lucky to be so….. in my life and times…. I have ran the gamut…. from Ice
Queens to Preacher’s Daughters….. and had some real winners in between…. and to have fun with someone who does
come loudly and often is such a joy….. and it’s so much pleasure for me ’cause I love it when someone loves just what
I’m doing and joins in so wonderfully……
lamesabassman….. one day soon, I must tell you of a dream I had with you as the main event…. so hellacool….
Reply
mollena Reply:
September 8th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
Now I wanna hear about this dream
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lamesabassman Reply:
September 8th, 2009 at 10:01 pm
T’was around July 4th
and I had way too much
of every ting Irie
so I went to my Big Bro’s study
to admire his big screen
and fell asleep in 5 flat
and woke up standing on a line
to see a movie
when you came
into view
you said you knew who owned
the place
and you said it
with your eyes
all over my face…
out came your hand
and pulled me in
straight to screening booth….
we usher in…. like fallen snow
on cotton….
and no body was there…
you said for me to sit
and when I did
you sat on my legs
while your lips drew
tattoos all down my neck,
tongue tips in
and around my ears
to my mouth
and there, we lingered
for quite a while
as your fingers did
the walking,your breathless talking
made my nature …. rise…. and
to find that nothing… sweet nothing
came between those satin thighs
my… my.. such a surprise….
I was wearing sweat pants
so easy access
was had by all….
then you raised
ever so slightly and sweetly
to slide down… so deeply
to exclaim such a moan
as to reach deeply
to the bone…..
the lights dimmed
in the booth.. and theater 2
we went past Nirvana
towards the dark side of the Moon…….
lamesabassman….. and that’s when I woke up …. all to soon….
Reply
Comment by lamesabassman — September 7, 2009 @ 1:36 am
Lord what a loser that guy was. Personally, if a playmate keeps coming and coming, I choose to decide that I have mad skills. That’s right MAD SKILLS! I see it as a personal compliment. Now I realize that you can cum with sandpaper and a phonebook (It’s a joke people, REEE-LAX) but even if you can, it is still my sticking to it that allows it to keep happening. When I stop, you stop, right? Or at least stop until you rub one or five out while I am counting baby wipes in the bathroom.
BTW, I officially want an elephant costume so you can hug me while telling stories.
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Comment by Froghole The Klown — September 11, 2009 @ 7:21 pm
clapping hands
Giant heffalump!1!
I’m so totally sidetracked by this idea!
xoxox
Thnk you sweetie. You certainly made me smile!
~Mo
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Comment by mollena — September 12, 2009 @ 3:40 pm
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