Ultra 10 Orgasms

Lying in bed on that sunny Saturday morning, I knew his arrival was imminent. He had been up with the larks to catch the train that would get him to me at the earliest possible opportunity.

There is nothing quite like that almost nervous anticipation when you haven’t seen your lover for some weeks and this is amplified by the relaxing knowledge that there are no plans other than the prospect of spending a whole day naked.

So I lay there, luxuriating in the warmth of the quilt, along with the positive endorphins from the sunshine outside and the thought of what was to come. Knowing the eta of his train at the nearby station, I was counting the minutes until I would hear the elevator doors open on my landing and his key in the lock.

And that’s when I heard the thudding. It took me a couple of seconds to recognise the sound and match it to the activity. A man was pounding up eight flights of stairs. Running. Just to get to me.

The smile that spread across my face had become an infectious giggle by the time he had negotiated the front door, thrown off his bag and clothes and gathered me in his arms.

After a long and thorough exploration to remind himself of the contours of my oral cavity, he snuggled my head into its regular spot against his armpit and ensconced himself under the duvet next to me so that we could get properly reacquainted.

Recently, Ruf and I have been experimenting with Tim Ferriss’s 15 Minute Orgasm technique. It involves Ruf pressing the tip of one of his fingers onto the Alpha Quadrant of my clitoris – that quarter which is situated to the top left of my little bud, at one o’clock if you were looking down at me.

It’s a very fine pressure, just the depth of a couple of sheets of paper but it’s continuous – no matter how often the little button tries to slip out from beneath his touch. A sort of delicate morse code tapping out my arousal and resulting in a very effective moistening and swelling of my nether regions, combined with shivers of pleasure that ripple out to my extremities before rolling back on themselves to build once again.

Once Ruf had done his 15 minutes of stimulating duty and I had lost count of the number of times the waves had rolled over me, he climbed aboard. And, as has become a common problem recently when we have been apart for a while, the muscles at the base of the entrance to my vagina seemed to go into spasm. Everything else is well lubricated and ready, but there is just one recalcitrant strand that doesn’t seem to want to play. If he tries to just shove his way in, it will mean that the offending area becomes bruised and makes future entries very painful.

This is one of the trials of sex and Menopause – something to do with the deficiencies of oestrogen. So, we have had to improvise and get the muscle to relax. Reaching out for whatever implement is nearest to my questing fingers as I reach into the drawer under the bed, on this occasion, my hand alighted upon the Ultra 10 Rocket.

Whilst I was a little dismissive of it at the beginning, the Ultra 10 Rocket has earned its place as my favourite budget mini vibe. It’s a little bigger than a lipstick but still fits neatly into a handbag and it’s got a lot of wellie!

But the most interesting thing about it is the three vibrating nodules on the top. Those little beauties have the effect of spreading the load so that the entire clitoral area is stimulated by the five levels of vibration and five different pulses – hence the 10 tag.

As Ruf waited in position with his cockhead at the entrance, I applied the vibrations of the nodules to my clitoris and, within moments, the stimulation had the desired effect. The seized muscle loosened and allowed him inside.

The whole area was tight as a drum, swollen and engorged from the previous 15 minutes of digital titilation and it took all of Ruf’s will power to hold on and take me over the edge so we could come together.

Coming on top of the previous digital stimulation whilst the Pocket Rocket continues to send shivers from my clitoris down the length of my body is the most amazing experience for both of us. Maintaining eye contact, we watch as our faces gurn and our mouths emit the familiar vocal expressions of pleasure; mutually drawing the most from the event with a variety of complementary pelvic contractions and thrusts.

This may be a long distance relationship but, in many ways, that makes it the best of both worlds. We know our bodies so well but, not seeing each other all the time, there is never a chance that our coupling can become mundane. We have learned to appreciate and revel in what we have, exploring new ideas, toys and fantasies to keep things fresh and interesting.

And, underpinning everything, is an all-consuming love.

Yes, these were 10 ultra orgasms.