Multiple Orgasmic Man )MOM( – It means so many things, really.
When I hear that term, I usually think of having a string of orgasmic pearls; they are on a thread and come along as pulses of bliss. Repeating in rhythm sending me up, and relaxing, sending me up, and relaxing.
But today, it took on a different meaning – multiple in variation.
This morning, while my wife and I were enjoying the miracle of giving and receiving mutual pleasure, I lost count of the number of orgasms I had as well as the nature of each. I do know that I had tons.
There were the -less orgasms I felt before initiating our play. I shivered with P-Waves and Mini 0s. I had a bunch of Dry Os during one of my favorite foreplay activities – pleasuring my lover's breasts. While she writhed in joy, I moaned with deep Dry Orgasmic pulses.
My thighs were convulsing )as they are doing right now as I write this( when she began to taste my body with her lips and tongue. My cock strained and tightened as she sucked hardness into it. Her tongue teased the glans and made me shiver.