Quotes About Orgasm

We rehearse for the big death through the little death of orgasm, through erotic living. Death as transfiguration

Seven months later, June 18, 1941, as the first display of German bombing lit the Trachimbrod skies electric, as my grandfather had his first orgasm (his first and only pleasure, of which she was not the cause), she slit her wrist with a knife that had been made dull carving love letters.

Paradise is the time of suspended pleasure. It is also the place of perpetual erection and orgasm that lasts for twenty-four years. If earthly orgasm gives some foretaste of paradise, one must admit that life in paradise is an infinite, eternal orgasm.

Still others observe that women are particularly interested in seeing come-shots because men's ejaculations are generally hidden from them. In "normal" sex, women never see men come. To some of them, it may be as seductively elusive as the glimpse of a breast or lace panties is to a pubescent boy. In this context, the come-shot can be interpreted as almost romantic: The woman wishes to share in her lover's orgasm.

The pleasure of living and the pleasure of the orgasm are identical. Extreme orgasm anxiety forms the basis of the general fear of life.

Une image. Voilà: un jeune couple en train de faire l'amour dans la ville d'Hiroshima, le matin de l'explosion atomique, en 1945. Et la Bombe tombe au moment même où ils parviennent à l'orgasme. Éros et Hiroshima. ÉROSHIMA. Le Sexe et la mort. Les deux plus vieux mythes du monde.

I would imagine being tied up and put in a haystack while someone put the dry, stale straw ablaze. I would picture it perfectly while rocking on my hand. The daydream was about struggling to get free while the fire burned hotter and closer. I am not sure if I came when the fire reached me or after I had imagined escaping it. But I came. I orgasmed on my hand to the dream of fire.

I should get one of those T-shirts that says ORGASM DONOR," he said.

The rifts in this ancient wall continue to be patched with exhortations to women to avoid challenging the norm even if it means faking orgasm and sacrificing honesty in their intimate relationships with men. In the past we have been willing to pay this price; whether we should continue to do so is question for individuals; not historians, to decide.

Any remnants of passionate tension between sexual pleasure and the adventurous quest for it are fast disintegrating into a panting succession of mechanically repeated gestures whose rhythm offers no hope of approaching so much as a semblance of orgasm. The quantitative Eros of speed, rapid change, and love-against-the-clock everywhere disfigures the face of real pleasure.

Fun is all about our brains feeling good — the release of endorphins* into our system. There are a variety of complex cocktails of chemicals that result in different sensations. Science has shown that the pleasurable chills that we get down the spine after exceptionally powerful music or a really great book are caused by the same sorts of chemicals we get when we have cocaine, an orgasm, or chocolate.

They might be drugs that alter the states of consciousness, or they might be states of transcendence reached in meditation. They might be moments of orgasm, or fugue states, or day-dreams that take you momentarily to a rewarding fantasy and escape from responsibility. All of these are treasures of the spirit or psyche that allow exploration along paths which are undefined and completely individual.

Headache, hmm? His expression went serious. Do you know what's the best cure for that? What? Orgasm. He said it so matter-of-factly I had to sputter a laugh. Multiple, if possible, he continued. It's a proven medical fact that one physiologic event, like orgasm, can cancel out the effects of another physiological process, such as a headache. His expression was perfectly serious, but I said, You're full of shit. Perhaps. If so, you should call my bluff. Just open the door and we'll test it out.

You have no values. With you it's all nihilism, cynicism, sarcasm, and orgasm.

Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty—you think of nothing for that second. That's why it's so compelling—it's a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void—you have nothing in your head save white light.

Later on, I read the end of the New Order described as being 'like sex without orgasm'. It was an unmomentous a historic moment as could be imagined - perfunctory, anti-climactic and unconvincing.

The antiwar movement is a wild orgasm of anarchists sweeping across the country like a prairie fire.

The socio-sexual circuit is activated and imprinted at adolescence, when the DNA signal awakens the sexual apparatus. The teenager becomes the bewildered possessor of a new body and a new neural circuit oriented to orgasm and sperm-egg fusion. The pubescent human, like any other rutting animal, lurches about in a state of mating frenzy, every call gasping for the sexual object.

The results are astonishing. Over 70 percent of all dysfunctioning couples – where one or both have not had an orgasm in years – often achieve climax within two weeks after starting this Tantric program. The explanation, according to Dr. Masters, is that anxiety about orgasm is the principal cause of failure, and once the anxiety is removed, the natural happens by itself, spontaneously – tsu-jan, "of its own nature," as a Taoist would say.

In the absence of Kerista, more sinister alternatives appeared such as the Manson family, in which each new female member was initiated by an LSD trip (or any other drug, including some weird ones, if acid wasn't available) during which Charlie cunnilinged her to orgasm several times. After that experience, these girls – like Hasan i Sabbah's followers before them – were ready to follow any orders, including murder.

The neurosomatic circuit is "polymorphous perverse," in Freud's unappetizing terminology. This merely means that the nervous system itself, taking over as driver, is now directing the rest of the body. "Every act (becomes) an orgasm," said Aleister Crowley, giving his own Tantric emphasis to the polymorphous nature of this circuit.

We're more cerebral than physical. Your cerebrum can't have an orgasm.

Rumor holds that Sabine trapped him to use as a sex slave, tormenting him until he agreed to wed her. Then he made a slave of her." She blinked at him. "Like those are bad things?" At his look of astonishment, she said, "They enjoyed tons of bondage, some master/sub stuff, a real-live dungeon with shackles, role and cosplay. Spankings and repeated orgasm denial. You know, typical BDSM. But don't worry, they were doing it before it became cool.

Oh, great Hekate, is that his voice?" Carrow cried. "I just had an orgasm! Fudge your name tag if you have to, but get you some of that some-some. Remember, friends let friends live vicariously—