Before my period I’d say 2 days or so before I get to a point where I’m sensitive to the lightest touch I feel ripe like a peach ready to be picked. I am aware of the throbbing sensations in my tummy the descent of blood almost being held until the time is right. I have had times in my life where my body has held that limbo for days. I have needed to orgasm several times in order to move to actually having the period or that is how its felt (I’m sure it would have eventually happened but the agony of my horny body and the way it made me feel required the actions of myself and/or my partner)
Just a few weeks back I was in this very situation day 25 and ridiculously horny, sensitive to the point of knowing the sex was going to be something else. Then there was the disappointment that we no longer had the house to ourselves as planned. I may have cried, hormone overload. However the wait until way later that evening possibly played a part in what was possibly one of the most intense fucks of my life. Normally things play out downstairs over the course of an evening when he stays over. However I suggested going up to bed and once there, naked and so so ripe for the taking it happened.
So in bed I need literally the tiniest touch to squeal. I’m so wet and want him so much I can barley string words together, he uses the lightest touch to bring me to my first orgasm it’s what I call a fever pitch orgasm feeling high pitched somehow like the sensation is on a musical scale and this is at the top end of the scale. I’m begging now to be fucked, but he just looks at me with those mischievous eyes and moves into a position above me placing his cock in my willing mouth. I suck and lick until he has to pull away because this is not ending here ( I’d like to point out that not all sex is PIV and we often play like this without any penetration) but this was late at night and we were both on the same page. He knew I wanted him, he knew my body was accepting nothing less. Now positioned above me in missionary teasing me and still making me wait just a second or two more, then in one deep thrust he is inside me and oh my days I have no words. I start to orgasm right there on the first thrust and I can’t stop he continues to fuck me long deep thrusts and I am overcome with wave after wave of orgasm, running through my whole body. Unable to control it and just riding it out. This is what I call multiple orgasms for me. It’s unstoppable I try to breathe my way out of it to gain some sense of him. I manage a brief pause and kiss his gorgeous lips. Then I’m back in the spiralling colourful orgasm space in my head and body, blue and purple spirals each image in my head corresponding with the feelings my body is experiencing. I wonder if I may never stop cumming. I have to slow him down, but as I manage to open my eyes and drink him in I see the telltale signs he’s close to his own end so I try to move my body under his and join him in what has to be the biggest explosion I have ever had with a cock inside me. It was a @Doxy scale orgasm. I exploded as he did with a final hard and thuddy orgasm so different to to first high pitched one and to the waves I’d been having this was a serious orgasm it meant only one thing within minutes of this fuck I would be on my period it had done the job and the blood began to flow, its like this had to happen first. I feel this is a very under studied area of science.
Now I have had times in the past where I felt this way had no one to fuck and dealt with it, pre Doxy days with good old masturbation and only fingers so as not to wake people. I have had frustration with not being able to reach that thud required to bring about my period and have had times where I spent the whole next day knowing it was hanging, waiting, Needing this effort as it were to be able to make it’s way on wards. Likewise I have months where this is not an issue and doesn’t happen at all.
Anyone else experience this? Or share your experiences of anything related…