The instant I entered the garden, I began to come, finding my prick enrobed in a sheath of electrothermal oil, the renderings of some succulent thorned plant tended by vivacious houris. She moved. Whether to reposition HerSelf or to fly away I do not know. At this point Her Legs and Her Face began to disappear, not to be concealed in shadow, but to vanish altogether. I could sense a tremendous orgasm. It appeared to be approaching me like a current of electric vapor from three feet behind me, already alerting my cock, taint, asshole and ancestors that something momentous was coming. So to say. Then Her torso, still visible, began to grow extremely pale, very white. At the same time She became gelatinous, which I regarded with a jumble of emotions, as one might imagine, while still entering deeper into her quim and bracing myself for a whopper of an orgasm. She had become like a warm bag of curvacious female form jelly, drifting away with me clinging to Her and beginning to moan due to the erotic fury building in my loins. Then It hit me. Oh my land. Be a jubilee. This was the Queen MOther of orgasms, me hearties. Beginning, as I said, some three feet behind me and swooping like a falcon up my ass, through to my balls and you get the idea, this was a formidable thing. As this sensation began to erupt from my cock, She had come uncoupled and began to drift away, while simultaneously appearing to shrink, to take on the aspect of a dismembered doll of a white gem more precious than pearl or opal. And still a fine image of womanhood from neck to bush. I shall miss her.
It was around this time that I awoke in the throes, the clutches, of a 'real-life' orgasm the likes of which I have not experienced before or since. I continued in 'real life' vocalizations that I suspect had begun in 'dream life.' Maybe someone can confirm this. What had me in its grip was a thermonuclear orgasm that licked the sharp edges of pain. I rose to my knees swiftly as if trying to get away from this force that had invaded my bed, confused by the swirl of pleasurepain, but to no avail. I began to stroke my cock in a desire both to continue this monster and to douse its flame. I humped a pillow in an orgasmic delirium. There had been no build-up to this uncaged animal. No, it burst instantly into foaming rapids of piercing trumpet squalls and hovered there like an electromagnetic bronze hummingbird for what seemed like eternity. Or eternalness. Or whatnot. "shitshitshit!," I blurted through clenched teeth and felt a droplet of saliva hit my forearm. Did I mention that this was a rather strong orgasm? Verily. In 'real' time I suspected this lasted over five seconds, plateauing and straightlining with no fluctuations, none of the usual waves associated with orgasms, at least in my experience.
Mercifully, The Big O. began to faade, dissolve in a kind of tactile static, a tantric strobelight flickering between electricity and 'normal' orgasmic sensations. As i 'came to my senses' I noticed that there had been no ejaculation and that my john thomas had not attained full erection, that i had been letting the pillow have it with a largely soft dick. I halfway expected to see Big O. hovering before me, having assumed form of some sort. Yeah. Didn't happen. Or at least I didn't see it.
This is my tale. It has no moral. No conclusions need be drawn, nor are any intended. Any input would be welcome from those knowledgeable in tantra (which I sense may be involved here), dreams, &c. Carry on and enjoy life.
