Imagine two lovers. Having sex. During the period leading up to orgasm the two lovers are able to experience a feeling of unbridled and untamed abandonment to one another. Yes, abandonment. Gone is shyness. Gone is restraint. Gone is frigidness. They no longer pay attention to what the self is doing or what the partner is doing. All the movements take care of themselves, as if reflexively. The sensations greedily absorbed by the vulva, externally and through deep interior pressure, tell the vaginal cavity how to selfishly pulsate, ripple, quiver, and contract on the penis, in order to release itself in orgasm. Reciprocally, the penis selfishly probes and presses, twists a little, it too greedily building up its own orgasmic pleasure. The two bodies writhe in an ascending orchestra. And then the stars explode - just for affect.
And here's the crucial part: the two minds drift into the oblivion of attending only to their own feeling, so perfectly synchronized that the ecstasy of the one is the reciprocal ecstasy of the other. Two minds, mindlessly lost in one another. This is the perfect orgasmic experience. This is how an orgasm sighs, moans, exclaims, expires, exhausts itself into exultant rest. It is selfishness incarnate. You don't care how the partner feels...it's your own sexual fulfilment that matters.
But how could it be otherwise? Are we not separate bodies? Distinct entities? No amount of orgasmic communion could possibly bridge that physical gap. The gap of our bodies.
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Mmm...Or maybe I'm just talking rubbish? Huh?
I always talk rubbish.
But it's good rubbish, no?
Good rubbish is better than no rubbish
I like my rubbish
It makes me feel alive
Does it make you feel alive too?
