Delicious Meals and Weblink Fodder

Here are a few things I was looking at today while idling online with some Google searches. Rather interesting things come to mind from each of these, which I haven't the energy to elaborate upon tonight. That said, this entry might serve as a reminder for me to write about these things more in the future.

Orgasm Pill: A problem or a solution for women? is an iVillage.com article that (probably unknowingly) asks some interesting questions in regards to the male role in a future where women can orgasm on-demand. Specifically, what use is the man for a woman when her sexual appetite is satisfied by other means?

Dovetailing off the previous article, an article on Heretical.com called The Science of Sex: Glenn Wilson on Female Orgasm as a Luxury asks the question, "Why do women cum anyway? And why is it so engrained in men?" Obviously, while scientifically valid, my interests are more carnal and this can be spun to make an argument for female orgasm denial just as easily as it can be spun into an argument for female domination and male sexual torture techniques. After all, why should women orgasm if they never have to? And conversely, it is even more fantastically powerful to deny men of such hardwired biological and physical instincts when providing women with identical things are, for them, "luxuries."

And speaking of denying orgasms, About.com has a rather politically correct article on just what orgasm is, anyway. It even has a whole section devoted just to male sexuality, on which there is an article about the types of male orgasm. I guess these are mostly just useful for corroborating the wealth of evidence regarding the male anatomy, but it is probably nothing new to readers of this blog.

However, such an intimate understanding of the male orgasm is useful when figuring out how to (safely) sadistically pervert the event for the male. This activity has a ton of names: ruined orgasms, no/low-pleasure orgasms, etc.. The basic concept is predicated on the fact described in the above links whereby male orgasm and male ejaculation are actually distinct events that can be separated from one another, and is thus most psychologically effective as a means of sexual sadism when used on a male unaccustomed (or unaware) of this. Physically, however, this can be used to deny pleasurable release to any male or even turn the event of ejaculation into something horribly painful. However, since we are dealing with the denial of sensation it seems that most men agree that the "abandoned orgasm" is the most torturous form of this sadism. (And, what's the difference between a ruined/no-/low-pleasure orgasm and an abandoned orgasm, you may ask. The latter is a kind of the former, and the former is a collective term encompassing the latter, as well as additional techniques.) I have to admit that I am so interested in the abandoned orgasm sensations that I want to talk to my girlfriend about adding something like that to my consequences for accidental orgasms.

Finally, one of the more humurous links I came across today was the one discussing Orgasm Denial on the Farm from Down On My Knees, a weblog I'm definitely going to check out more often. The twist on this entry is that it actually links to an article about the practical uses for teasing and denial in the realm of animal sperm collection. I also must admit that this has been a secret fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember. It combines many facets of differing fantasies, from being treated as an animal to being teased and denied orgasm, to being objectified and used for some alternative purpose. Though the exact form shifts from time to time, the theme is the same: I am kept forever chained and hooked up to a machine in some factory-like sperm production center where dominants (of both sexes) ensure I am nourished and actively producing my product for them by keeping me continually aroused. When they deem necessary, or perhaps on a schedule (once a week, once a month?) I am brought over the edge to orgasm and ejaculation so many times in succession that they have collected every single drop of ejaculate I can produce by the end of the session. And then the cycle repeats itself.

In reality, waiting too long between ejaculatory sessions actually results in a less-than-ideal sperm production since many sperm cells will have died already, but in the fantasy that either doesn't matter (perhaps they are after seminal fluids?) or isn't the case (perhaps they are nourishing me with some drug that counteracts or prevents this from happening?). In either case, I am seen as a commodity; I am one of many helpless male beings subjected to this ongoing existence. But even then, I am looked upon favorably, perhaps because I produce very well?

Anyway, that's more than enough fodder for next time. I would be remiss not to mention last night's experience, though, which I am extremely proud of. My girlfriend asked me to serve her dinner and so I made her dinner-to-order, which was a grilled cheese sandwhich made with salami and cheddar on german bread, served with a side salad and a mixed drink, and chocolate-covered marzipan on peach-flavored dark milk chocolate squares covered in whipped cream for dessert. She was specific about some things as always, but I often strive to "kick it up a notch" when I can, like this time.

As a reward for serving dinner so well, she allowed me to service her orally. (I absolutely melt between her legs. I love her scent and taste, and even though I go down on her often, she knows I'd love to do it even more.) I was thrilled (already incredibly horny), but was also already in the mood to try and do a really good job. She pulled out a book and began to read as she relaxed into her chair and as I lowered myself to her. Shortly after we got started, she relocated us to our bed and really got into it. So did I, and it wasn't long before I was humping the bed from my own arousal.

She doesn't normally do so, but this time she told me to stop moving and focus my attention on what I was doing with my mouth and my tongue. I did. Her vocal feedback helped, and I followed her instructions dutifully and enthusiastically. The result was that, tor the first time ever, I managed to give her an orgasm purely with my oral ministrations! It was a fantastic feeling.

She took a long time to recover, and by the time she did I was laying by her side curled up by her waist, my arms wrapped around her leg. She moved her hand to her clit, rested her elbow on my head, and started to masturbate herself to another orgasm. She came another four times like that, and we were both glowing with satisfaction by the time she was done. It was an incredible experience for me; it was the strongest, most pronounced sensation of pleasure attained vicariously I've ever felt, and I loved it. I was unimaginably aroused, but also amazingly calm and fulfilled, and we fell asleep smiling in each other's arms.

I still haven't cum (it's been six days now), but I've edged every single night since last week and I'm incredibly horny. Last night, I was calm because I pleasured her, but every other night I find my hands wandering over my genitals seemingly of their own accord and my hips involuntarily humping the mattress in bed. I can't wait to taste her again.