We were discussing orgasms.
Or, rather, our lack thereof.
"I haven't come since What's-His-Name," my friend Jules confided recently over a late-night coffee, cigarette, and gossip session via wireless.
"Really?" I asked. I had not come with anyone else in quite awhile, either, but that was due more to my overly-full schedule of graphic design, writing, and professional networking than anything else. I turned the volume down on the Armin van Buuren mix that had been streaming from my Last.fm radio station seemingly non-stop for the past three days so that I could hear Jules' reply.
"Really," she said. I heard her light a Marlboro. "He promised me that I would never come with anyone else after him. I don't mean to imply that I believe he put some sort of curse on me, but still I wonder if what he said may be slightly true. Do you think that's possible? That orgasms can be so good with one lover that you just cannot achieve them with anyone else after them?"
It took me only a nanosecond to formulate my reply. "Oh, most definitely," I concurred, lighting my own Marlboro. "Or, at the very least, it takes one awhile to recuperate. I mean, think about it; with What's-His-Name you were completely aroused and engaged on all levels: physical, intellectual, and emotional. And when that happens, of course orgasms are amazing. So I think that when a sexual relationship that is that powerful ends, of course anything that comes after it for awhile will seem like, well, like sexual kindergarten."
"I think perhaps you're right," she said.
I continued. "It's like scorched flesh: once the flesh receives such a drastic burn, it can't feel anything for some time afterward. The nerve endings are damaged. The amount of time it takes the flesh to heal and feel again is relative to the intensity of the burn. And until it does heal it is almost as if that last lover owns your flesh, your ability to feel pleasure."
Jules laughed throatily. "So, I've a scorched clit? That's rich. Have you ever had a scorched dick?"
I had. I thought of the sex I had enjoyed with one of my ex-lovers in particular, divulged to Jules what a shamefully negligent bottom I had been before I had become involved with him, until his dick broke me in properly, and taught me how it felt to really be fucked. It was, I admitted, the very first time I had ever opened up (pun intended) to a lover on all levels, and therefore actually been able to ejaculate while being fucked…with no other manual stimulation required. It was a huge (and was it ever!) deal for me. And it took me months to recuperate after he broke up with me, after I no longer had him, nor his dick, as masters of my pleasure.
"Well," Jules asked hesitantly, "how long did it take for your scorched dick to heal?"
"Nearly a year, I think," I said. "I even tried to be a (failed) top during that year, because I just could not achieve the pleasure as a bottom that I had with him. But once I healed, allow me to assure you, every top I've had since then has that ex-lover of mine to thank for the fact that I am now one way wicked awesome power bottom."
We laughed, and moved on to another discussion that likely concerned the art of Shibari and dressage riding crops.
I'm Atherton Bartelby, by the way: Justin's Plus One for this week. It's such a pleasure to meet you all. How many of you, I'm curious, have your own tales of scorched dick / clit to tell? And how long after the initial scorching was it before you were able to finally, once again, reach that transcendent pleasure of orgasm? I'm dying to know…
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