My Two Orgasmic Worlds Join

When I first started my journey of sexual discovery 20 years ago, I had no idea what intriguing and life altering things I would find. Then 10 years ago I stumbled into MMO totally by accident. It happened while surfing the net; MMO and anal pleasure sounded too good to be true but the testimonials convinced me to try it. So ten years ago I bought an MGX and my journey in anal orgasm began resulting after a year or so in my rewiring.

Anal induced MMO brought together the tantric sex that I had been studying and enjoying with J and it even incorporated some of the Zen Meditation that I had been )and still am( practicing and it changed my sexual respose pattern forever.

MMO is a very solitary inwardly focused activity for me. On the other hand, savoring J’s pussy with my mouth or penis is very outwardly focused; it is an activity where we participate together. Either I am sharing the warm lush pungency of her dewy pussy mouth on my tongue or I am plunging my steely penis deep in her pussy probing her vagina and savoring the exquisitely sensual caress of her warm wet femininity on my cock. Either way it is a paired activity in which the visceral desperate ache of shared erotic sensation is enjoyed mutually; most of the time it culminates in the ecstatic torrential flow of my semen for her witness or taste, or the euphoric rhythmic spasms of her pussy as she succumbs to orgasm.

My Fantasy During A Less

I was on my own last night, as J and my daughter went out to see a movie. They have become movie partners going to see chick flicks that I have no patience for. It is good for them both to have a close person to indulge their female entertainment predilections. I was left home to walk the dog and get on line to indulge my prurient male erotic tendencies.

I couldn’t find any on line friends to chat with so I indulged myself and got on Porn Hub, which I haven’t done in weeks. After two hours of searching favorite fantasies such as female bondage orgasm, sensual hand jobs, male milking, sybian orgasm, cunnilingus and cum shots I was significantly aroused. The rigid lump in my pants had made my underpants so wet it was soaking through. By ten o’clock I gave up and decided to go take a shower before J got home. While I was in the shower she returned with my daughter. As I shaved she stuck her head in the bathroom and told me that she was back and they were just getting something to eat.

The Erotic Bridge Between the Reality and the Forbidden

The sexual connection I have with my wife is unique; I can’t have it with anyone else, unless I fall in love with that person and have sex with them. The blending of our emotions and our experience of sexual euphoria when we make love, or do mutual masturbation or partner focused pleasure makes the experience of intimate connection, other worldly and profoundly intimate. I acknowledge that I can never have a sexual experience bound in the complex dimensions of our relationship with anyone else and I never hope to. But I also recognize every sexual experience has a physical and emotional dimension and provides unique pleasure. As much as I have sworn to be monogamous I am also an intensely sexual man with erotic desires. As a result I savor the experiences I have and have a voracious appetite for sexual experience. It is a big dilemma.

The last dozen or so years have taught me that sexual pleasure that is tinged with an element of the forbidden or the vulgarly erotic adds a quality to the experience of pleasure that speeds up my pulse, makes me giddy with lust and deepens the orgasm that results. I derive intense pleasure from sex. It may not provide the deep spirituality and emotional high that sexual intimacy with my wife does but it imparts the resonant vulgar ecstasy and desperate euphoria that makes the pleasure extra sweet.

The Sexual Ecstasy of an INFJ

A number of years ago I took a Myers Briggs personality test. The other day as I was cleaning out old files and papers in my desk, I came across a folder with my resumes, it contained the results of that test. It was a very interesting read; I had not read it in a long time. Beyond the fascinating insights it gave me in its explanation of decisions that I have made in my career after I took it, it was particularly intriguing when I considered it in the context of my sexual journey. I had taken the test in my late 30’s before I began on this path of erotic discovery.

The first thing I did before I read it and prejudiced myself about its results was get on line and take it again. I scored it after carefully answering all the questions; I was pleasantly reassured that nothing had changed in 30 years, I was still an INFJ.

The interpretation of each MB type was explained in a set of profiles that accompanied the test on line. For an INFJ like me the summary profile said that I sought meaning in relationships, ideas, and events. Relative to the last several years of my sexual journey I had indeed done that; I had joined some sex forums but left them because they were shallow and a lot of the talk on them was inane. However, every forum that I was on I met people who became close personal friends in my real life off the forum establishing meaningful relationships with them.

Metaphysics and the Ring of Fire

Metaphysics, the Ring of Fire and Our Relationship

I took the Kinsey Sexual Orientation Test again recently. I took it because I was wondering about my recent writings involving guys. I was a 0 at one point indicating total heterosexual. I am now a 2 indicating heterosexual with tendencies towards homosexuality. At some point I will write about the fine line that divides my sexual psyche. However the results reinforce thefact that I am still very very turned on by women. The main reason I am turned on by women is the emotional connection I feel for women and the woman I love.

Emotional longing and erotic arousal and passion; the relationship is so powerful that at times it can be overwhelming.

I share a deep emotional love for my wife, as a result there is a physical energy that expresses itself as a passionate attraction. It is a dominate force in both of our lives.

Attraction occurs in nature in the affinity of the north and south poles of an earthy loden stone; magnetically the poles are drawn together by an invisible attractive force. Attraction expresses itself through gravity, in a cold clear babbling brook being drawn along a stony channel in the forest, desperately seeking the release of joining with the warmer water of a deep lumbering river. J. and I share such this passionate attraction; it has bound us together as a couple for 4 decades. Our attraction did not start out as strong as it is now, but it always was there, and it has grown and evolved over the years.

Mind, Body and Soul

The scent of her feminine desire radiates from deep within the warm recesses of her moist pink furrow filling my nostrils with the warm musk of her sexual need. The sexual cauldron between her thighs is boiling over. It spills its mysterious power onto the bed where it laps against my body, stiffening my cock as it’s warmth touches my thigh.

Her sensual femininity slowly begins to assume a shape; invisibly it becomes an exquisitely delicate and slender hand that inches its way up my thigh and tenderly grasps my penis. Then lovingly caressing my pulsing purple hued cockhead in her warm grasp she toys with it, mercilessly teasing the wetted cleft under my cockhead. The erotic torment she inflicts on my sensitive cock cleft causes me to fidget.

I feel the sweet tingle of the virtual pleasurable of her hand; it sends shivers up my spine. Waves of erotic bliss collect at my ears and nose and fill my head. The sweet desperation of growing arousal encircles my neck and envelops my head, making my scalp vibrate and my ears ring. As I lay there I give myself to her as I shudder and quake in her grasp. Arousal tenderly caresses the swollen head of my cock; ever so daintily a finger extends from the hand and searches for the slit at the tip of my lust swollen cock shaft. She knows my penis so well, and she is in no hurry; there is a glee in the way she torments me.

Thoughts That Inspire My MMO's

I am incurably erotic and sensual man; that eroticism expresses itself in my own hardened cock or in the twitching anticipation of my anus. My erotic desires extend to visions of cocks hardened, arched and aching in arousal and cunts reddened and open, dripping with the nectar of feminine lust. I came to this realization as I began this journey many years ago. Since then I have turned my writing energy to recording my intimate and erotic thoughts.

The act of writing and weaving my intimate and vulgar erotic narrative into the complex sexual fabric that is me is in and of itself a very arousing process and it fuels my MMO's. I seldom finish a piece without an erection that is aching and throbbing in my pants and my anus twitching and tingling. Almost every night I lay in bed pondering some of the memories that the writing that I have done as I pleasantly suffer in the desperation of arousal.

The erotic maelstrom in my head as I mmoed this morning is now hanging heavily between my thighs. Recalling some of those thoughts provides the fuel for hours of unbridled orgasms and it has inspired me to write an entry to share them with you … so here goes.

Cock Craving Continued

Your anus is contracting and sucking on my finger as the precum drools from your lurching cock; it is semi erect and I hanging helplessly between your thighs as the mmo tugs mercilessly on it. At the same time excruciating pleasure is flooding your anus as it sucks as much in as it can. Your face is buried in the bed as ecstasy tortures you with unbridled glee. You thrust your convulsing anus out at me as if offering it to me will make the exquisite anguish of deep anal orgasm either increase or go away; you cannot make up your mind which you want.

After 20 minutes of the most agonizing rapture that a man could ever be expected to endure I remove my finger from your gaping hole. I marvel at how red and swollen it is. However I don’t waste much time admiring the view and instead lay down next to you on the bed so my face is adjacent to your knees and my own pelvis is next to your head. Then carefully urging you back to reality I guide your knee over my head and you lift your arm to allow my pelvis to slide under your face. I am on my back with my face underneath your suspended cock and your face is between my thighs just inches from my own lust engorged penis.

Super O Plateau

One of the most mysterious and exciting things about this Aneros journey is its subtlety and the connection of mind and body in experiencing sexual pleasure. When I started this journey of sexual discovery almost 20 years ago I knew that it was as much a mental experience as it was a physical one. Even though Aneros practice is rooted in the use of a physical device, the power of the mind to facilitate extreme pleasure through that device is manifest. Even more mysterious and fascinating however is the power of Aneros to instigate anal pleasure and facilitate an altered mental state at the pinnacle of a chain of multiple orgasms.

My normal sessions usually are between an hour and 3 hours. Typically a session will consist of back to pleasure spasms that flow in waves of building and ebbing pleasure. The waves never disappear they just modulate slightly from peak to peak. If I am going to go for a 2 hour session I will deliberately let the wave dissipate slightly to relish the sublime sensation of climbing higher again. It will typically build up on its own to start the second hour as I wait for it to lift me in renewed waves of ecstasy.

However the interesting thing for me is the way that prostate and penile bulb focused pleasure waves build in me eventually becoming contractions of mind numbing euphoria.

Seasons of My Sexuality

As you can read from the previous posts my sexuality is a complex thing. Like the seasons it transforms itself within the measure of a year, each season bringing its unique conditions, qualities and sensibilities. The torrid heat of desire for a woman and the vulgar intimacy of being with a man each bring their own memorable pleasure that resonates in the moment but lingers as an echoing memory; both harden my cock and make it ache with need. The calming chill of ecstasy and the urgency of arousal also speak to the sense of sexual seasons that I experience.

Homoerotic desire is one of those seasons that swings in and out of my life like the much anticipated chill of fall in the end of a sultry summer. Yet at the beginning of a summer with the anticipation of bathing in searing feminine sexual lust fantasies of sex with a man seem like a distant activity like raking leaves would seem in June.

The thought of male intimacy ebbs and flows. When it surfaces it finds me like a butterfly seeks a bloom. It is silent. I never know when it will land on me. The desire for male intimacy is so mysterious and secretive that one night as I lay naked in bed it lands on me, seeking my sticky male stamen. It finds me with grace and elegance that belies its masculine character; it alights on my wetted swollen cockhead which is exuding the sweet nectar of my arousal.