An Orgasm so Strong It Was Scary [FM]

**Prologue**

For a very brief period of time, I hung out with this guy named Jake (not his real name). He was kind of a spoiled brat–his dad was a senior executive at a luxury automobile company that shall remain nameless–but I initially liked him because he did something very sweet for me and my friend (not relevant to the story). The more I got to know him, however, I saw how snobby and douchey he truly was. He’d brag about his money, cars, motorcycles, household gadgets and gizmos, etc. And this one time, I brought him to a friend’s party and he embarrassed me by bringing obnoxious guys and doing coke with them in the bathroom.

He also treated me differently based on my clothes and how I looked overall. When we first hooked up, I was a senior in high school (he was 21), and I hadn’t really grown into a mature wardrobe yet. I was still wearing girl next door preppy clothes, and I kind of looked up to him for his “worldly 21 year old ways” lol. He probably picked up on my naiveté, and our fwb relationship fizzled.

Fast-forward to when I was 20: I became extremely invested in my looks and wore high-end designer clothing, and when we rekindled our fwb connection, he treated me like gold and wanted to be in a relationship with me. This sudden intense interest in making me his trophy girlfriend really turned me off because he didn’t really like *me.* He even remarked on my different appearance when we met up for the first time in a few years. Jake said something like ‘Wow, I like this. You’re dressed so sophisticated now. You used to look like a skater girl.”

So, you’re probably wondering why I rekindled a sexual relationship with a “douchey” guy in the first place. The truth is–and even to this day–he gave me one of the strongest orgasms of my life when I was just an innocent 18 year old. The sensation was so strong, it was actually scary, and I wanted to experience that again. I didn’t stick around long enough to feel it again, but here’s how it happened that fateful night:

**An Orgasm so Strong It Was Scary**

Jake was universally attractive, but he wasn’t exactly my type. I didn’t like the metrosexual with a hint of artistic flair look he had going. He wore these expensive loafers that looked like he killed a crocodile. Plus, he had blonde hair and blue eyes, and I am into dark hair and dark eyes, but I suppose I was fascinated by his eclectic lifestyle. As I said before, Jake came from money and he never let you forget it, so he had the means to pursue whatever hobby he wished and travel to interesting places. When I met him, he was living at home with his parents, and he showed me his photography studio at their house, which was really neat. He also showed me different works of art that he enjoyed, etc.

When he brought me into his bedroom, I immediately noticed mirrors on the ceiling and thought “Cool, it’s probably some artsy decor thing.” That was the first clue that Jake wasn’t just some ordinary guy, but I didn’t know it yet.

We settled in to watch “The Office.” It was my first time watching it, and I instantly became obsessed, but we kept the conversation going here and there. Somehow, sex came up, and he told me he had sex with three of his female friends at the same time. I think my jaw had to get cleaned off the floor, and being an 18 year old at the time, I was super intimidated. He already had this cooler than thou attitude toward me (this was during my pre-designer wardrobe era, remember), so any nerves I had were amplified.

Naturally, the sex talk stirred up his libido, and he started kissing me while the butterflies in my stomach threatened to eat me alive. Though we were only three years apart, we were in two very different life arenas. I had only lost my virginity two years prior and hadn’t had crazy college experiences yet, and he was acting as cool as a cucumber after basically admitting he was some kind of junior Casanova.

Jake undressed me with confidence and skill and as I fumbled to pull down his pants and boxers, I saw a tattoo of sunbeams and letters in another language on his hip. I asked him what it meant, and he said, “All good things rise.”

“Great,” I thought. “He has a tattoo devoted to his penis and how amazing it is. I’m not out of my league at all…nope. Maybe, I’ll remember some tips from my mother’s Cosmopolitan. Yeah, that will show him I’m no prude.”

**The Sex That Freaked Me out and Blew Me Away**

Jake positioned us in missionary and I saw my reflection on the ceiling and thought “Ah ha! I get it now.” As he slipped the condom on, I noticed his dick wasn’t that big–it was by no means bad–but it was definitely average, maybe even ever so slightly below. Then he put my right leg on his shoulder and slid into me and I thought “Woah.” Right away, he hit my core in ways it had never been touched before. It wasn’t my first time in that position and I had orgasms before him, but somehow this was different.

Jake kept a steady pace, and I’ll never forget his face: He looked like he was both leisurely lost in pleasure and focused at the same time. It was a kind of attentiveness and in tuneness that I hadn’t seen in any other lover.

I started to feel a strange building sensation. It felt like I had to pee and it threatened to take over my body. I am a bit of a control freak, so I was a little scared that I would scream gibberish or my body would convulse or something. I wanted to tell him to stop. Panic was beginning to set in, and then I saw a flash of lights across his bedroom wall. Someone had pulled into his driveway.

Now, I was really in trouble because if I yelled, his parents or whoever just came home would hear me and I said, “Stop. Stop. Isn’t someone here?”

Annoyed, he replied, “It’s just my mom. She won’t hear us.” He kept thrusting and the feeling was making me feel really hot (temperature-wise). It started in between my legs and was spreading upward, growing in intensity by the second. I worried that I might pee on him or something even though I knew deep down that wasn’t it; I just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

I was insistent on sabotaging my own orgasm because my control freak nature would not surrender and said, “Wait.”

He huffed, stopped thrusting, and I lost it. I honestly don’t remember if we finished having sex after I made him pause, but I remember him being annoyed. I am so angry at myself for wussing out. The only time I ever came close to feeling that crazy threaten-to-take-over-my-whole-body-experience was when I used a vibrator.

I’ve had orgasms after this but none that made me feel like I had to pee. At least not as strong. I heard from other girls that is the feeling you get before you shake (or squirt I guess in some cases) and maybe that is what would have happened with Jake. Anyway, he solidified a place as one of the best lovers I’ve ever had, and another girl he hooked up with told me he was the “fuck of her life.”

So, good for Jake and good for womankind I suppose. I hope he’s still satisfying women till this day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fpmdcq/an_orgasm_so_strong_it_was_scary_fm

1 comment

  1. well written. I enjoyed the story. I always wonder where I rank for women.

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