My Orgasm, By Sharon Dalzell

At twenty five I had yet to experience an orgasm try as I might with a willing partner. I was fed up with wondering what the big fuss was about sex. I have since experienced an array of my orgasmic delights over the years beginning with my determination to experience any type of orgasm at all. Up till I came the first time, I honestly thought that pizza was a tastier treat than sex. My then husband found an old vibrator out in the barn next door to the farm-house where we lived (a hand-held massager with a cord from the way-back times.) That vibrator proved to be a libido liberator. I say that for reasons that are very dear to me now, though at the time I was quite taken aback by my own sexual range.

With the help of my machine and intense erotic fantasy which I needed to blow my conflicted mind out-of-the-way and, Voila – my ORGASM!

I should have had an oven mitt on my hand since la machine would get waaaay hot in the time it took getting me off. Remember this joy needed intense D&S genre fantasy. I was sneaking around with my vibrator and in the bathroom for extended lengths of time, I think it’s fair to say that I was experiencing some shame based notions about what was going on with me. It left me not wanting to talk about it, not wanting to ‘think about it’. I just wanted to do it one more time.

Seriously, I noticed the cord on the electrical banana smoking from overheating. I would say to the deities (if they existed) “Please don’t let me die like this. Don’t let me be found with my pubic hair burnt off, electrocuted by my ‘helper’. Just one more time pleeeeeeese! It never occurred to me to wrap some electrical tape around the cord.

I really wasn’t up on sane sexual practices or electrical knowledge but I was getting off having real orgasms. That’s all that mattered to me. I knew then as now that pizza pales by comparison. I want my beginnings to preface cumming in color. I speak out for those of us who didn’t get the best (or any) sex education. What I got was a typical conflicted mess of desire and restraint based on the cultural socio/religious influence. “Why buy the cow, when the milk is free?” This places all women in the business of prostitution when you come to think of it. But I digress. I was married and the cow was finally starting to enjoy herself. From that humble beginning has flowered my orgasmic Joy in my body and mind. I divorced by my husband of many years to openly embrace my polyamorous nature.

I began to enjoy even more intense orgasms that were more and more centered in my body.

No longer restricted to one partner I was able to experience new ways of joy. I realized my bisexual nature and NO I do not have to choose which side I’m on. My rich sexual fantasy life became much more congruent with what I was experiencing in my body. Previously I always needed to induce my orgasm via fantasy, due to a restricted diet so to speak. I am free now to enjoy meeting and being met with whomever a mutual interest and desire exists.

Now about Cumming in Color. I see streams of brilliant colors as bright as tropical fish, fountains of colors rising like geysers, waves of aquamarine and splashes of pastels to deep blues. It’s a wonder world of swirling and dizzying sensuous delight. This is what I experience as I come with my lover, or with a luscious ménage à trois. I sometimes report to my love “that was an Icecreamagasm or a blastogasm in some exploding fireworks of color going off in my brain. The color of ecstasy and believe me when I tell you there is no shame in sex when you’re conscious and safe.

I respect my orgasm; this wondrous gift the body is capable of, with adults worth respecting for welcoming this pleasure.