Orgasm – Ah, That Sweet Bloody High

People make too much commotion about orgasm these days, as if it were a fresh creation. But let me tell you something: when it's real and right, it's more than simply a release. It's a whole experience. Head to toe. Like your spirit lets out a huge sigh and whispers, "Ahh, finally." Not only does it impact your body, but also your chest, knees, and even behind your eyes.

There were no online videos or sophisticated apps when I was growing up. We had chemistry. Looking across the dance floor at the village feast, or holding hands under the cashew tree where no one could see. That was the beginning of something. The sort that made your skin tingle before anything else touched you.

It comes in stages, just like love, just like life.

1. Excitement.

This is where the fire ignites. A touch, a fragrance, or a kiss on the neck might cause your spine to erect like a soldier. No hurry. Allow the body to wake up. The woman grows warmer like the roads in the afternoon sun, gently and gradually. What about the man? He's nearly halfway there simply staring at her. That is the beginning.

2. Plateau.

Here's the teaser. Everything is hot, thick, and right there. You don't even need to move much; every breath and touch of flesh is electrifying. But no one has tipped over yet. Not yet. This is where excellent lovers shine. You do not hurry. You hold it and play with it like waves caressing the coast over and again.

3. Orgasm.

Boom. This is it. When it hits, it sounds like monsoon thunder. For guys, it might be quick—I'm not lying—but if you're lucky and kind, you'll realize it's not all about you. What about the woman? When she leaves, it's like a tidal that carries everything with it: waves and waves. Her body speaks. You only need to listen. It is no longer just sex. It's a surrender.

4. Resolution

After? That is the nice part. Two corpses are calm. Perhaps twisted up, or simply laying there, smiling for no apparent reason. Breathing slowly. The heart feels soft. You hold each other because you want to, not because you have to. That's when you realize it was genuine.

It’s not a race, it’s a rhythm. It's the music your bodies play. Whether it’s soft, or rough, or half-drunken under the stars.

Anyway, that's what this old man thinks. You don’t have to listen. But you should.