‘Survived’ is a very strong word, while I can certainly agree that I came out the other side, I’m not quite sure that my body will ever recover from the mind-numbing pleasure that I experienced.
It sounded innocent enough, use whatever toys you have handy and secure them to your body for a certain amount of time, then try to keep count of how many times you cum from them! The only problem is… I have a lot of toys! By the time I was finished with securing them, I had bullet-vibes across my tits and clit, a vibrator inside of both of my holes, and a counter in my hand in case I lost track of my orgasms. I was hesitant at first, but it still sounded like a lot of fun, so while I was afraid of how far I would succumb to this, I was still eager as I flipped them all on to their highest settings.
I almost instantly knew that this was going to be an issue, my body unable to keep pace with the sudden rush of stimulation, I forced myself to an orgasm before I could even realise what was going on! My eyes rolled up in a forced sense of ecstasy from my first orgasm, my body still trembling from the stimulation continuing, despite my oversensitive holes begging for mercy. It was amazing, I was subjected to the careless assault of my toys, thrown into my own little pit of pleasure as I writhed on my bed, squealing out to the ceiling as sweat glistened across my body. It genuinely felt like heaven, barely even paying attention to the 10-minute timer that I had set.
Over and over again, I felt my body convulse madly against each orgasm, my body becoming incredibly exhausted by this point, the sheets soaked with my arousal and my mind left in tatters. The constant flow of pleasure had dulled my senses, and I hadn’t realised the timer had ticked over until I couldn’t support my head any more, letting it slump to the side and seeing how long it had been. Though the task of actually freeing myself was just as difficult, pulling away the pleasure as my limbs continued spasming with the residual afterglow, I finally slumped back into the sheets, passing out soon after.
It was exhausting, but still left me satisfied beyond anything I had felt before, I was genuinely at a loss for what to think. While it was a fun evening, I’m not sure whether it was good for me or not… Mostly because I don’t think I could ever be satisfied with just one… two… or even ten orgasms ever again~!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xtq8h6/i_survived_the_multiple_orgasm_challenge_20f
“sheets soaked with my arousal and mind left in tatters” is such a hot line!