(Hi all just wanna say I wrote this on my phone so if it looks weird sorry! Also this one is LONG but it’s all worth it I promise)
Ok so to preface this entire story, I have one of the most intense nervous systems of anyone I know. Sometimes it’s a curse because I get things like photorealistic hallucinations, but *other* times it’s the most wonderful blessing a girl could ever wish for!
Hopefully it’s obvious by now this story is about the latter of these two scenarios.
*a note to keep in mind as we go through this, my spouse and I are BIG on communication and safewords. We converse as we go and frequently check in because our favorite kink is limit breaking, which falls squarely in CNC play. About 95% of our scenes end in safeword usage and 100% end in really good aftercare like rehydration and cuddles to help put our brains back together*
Now because of this sensitivity I’ve always been super multi orgasmic, and it’s only intensified a thousandfold on HRT (progesterone is a hell of a hormone and I take a lot of it). I am also capable of a thing called mental orgasms, which basically means that mental stimulation can affect me in the same way as physical. However about a week ago I was having some issues with exhaustion and stress (chronic fatigue syndrome sucks. If you have it, my condolences) and even though I’m horny, I’m unable to actually finish even once.
Eventually I give up and assume I’m experiencing some kind of temporary anorgasmia (it happens) and go about my day. However, since I’m still *h o r n y* I rant about the issue a bit on Twitter and end up flirting with some of my friends who have that kind of relationship with me.
Eventually I fall asleep around 8am (I’m nocturnal thanks to the CFS) and I’m ever more frustrated when my spouse wakes me up for dinner around 5-ish. We eat, and start hanging out when suddenly they grab my hand and poke my tummy (I’m curvy and they like how sensitive it is).
And that’s when the floodgates decided to open. I’m standing there doing nothing except hold my spouse’s hand, when I feel my entire body get light, and a surge of electricity shoots from my toes to my head. As all this happens, my eyes glaze over and my knees nearly buckle. *WTF?! Did I just cum from hand holding?? I JUST CAME FROM HAND HOLDING*
My spouse notices and asks what’s up, and I shoot them *the look*. Their eyes get wide and they tell me to come sit. As I do I can start to feel myself get worked up again. My spouse then utters a sentence I will never forget:
“Wow, you came just from that? Oh tonight is going to be *fun*!”
As they said “fun” a second orgasm rocked my system and they *knew* what they did to me, and promised there would be more just that we had to take care of some chores first
Over the next 30 minutes though they managed to pull 7 more orgasms out of me. 3 of those were on the couch in quick succession after the first 2, then orgasms 6 and 7 happened because of their dirty talk while we folded laundry, and orgasms 8 and 9 just sort of happened on their own while we were trying to calm things down and focus on chores.
Eventually we got hung up on taking care of a big family thing and that took way longer than expected.
*TWO HOURS LATER*
I eventually am so desperate I have a little bit of a breakdown which my spouse manages to help me recover from with lots of verbal comfort (*seriously y’all communication is the fucking best thing ever*) and we settle down and wait a bit so that the mood isn’t tarnished by the stress of the family stuff.
After about 30 minutes of that it was ON. Cuddling turned into making out turned into stripping turned into me fingering them, which is seriously the best way to set the tone for the night. I got them nice and worked up then in with the vibrator…
I honestly forgot a lot of the details of this because they got hit so hard by the sensation they started digging into my back HARD and I came again from that 0-0
*So we’re ten orgasms in at this point… my all time single day record was seventy*
We aftercare from the massive orgasm my spouse just had and it turns out they’re *really* tired, but still want to witness what we know is about to unfold. So I roll over and lay on my back, grab the vibrator, and strip to my underwear
*sidenote, my spouse and I are both non-binary but I’m trans-femme and vibes are a little hard for me unless I do things a certain way*
My spouse lays next to me and begins feeling me up as I turn everything on and prepare for what was about to happen…
**There was no preparing for what happened**
The INSTANT I brought the vibe down I was rocked with an orgasm… and another… and another… and another you get the gist
I think I was nearly two deep by the time my shock finally subsided enough to let me moan, and all that came out was
**“What?! What?! What?! What the fuck holy shit shit shit”**
Then my brain kicked into overdrive and all I could do was sit there, moan, and mentally count the orgasms (my spouse loves how much I can cum and makes me count them out every time so it was second nature by then)
On orgasm 8, my spouse says “mmm. Did you cum already?”.
My subby brain kicks in and immediately I say “ahah… a-actually… th-that was-s… number ei-eight”
I think they were legitimately shocked to hear that, but their dirty talk after that moment has never been hotter
Around orgasm 10, I finally remember that I’d already cum 10 times before, so I breathlessly explain that I’m actually at orgasm 20
I start to get **LOUD** and our window is open; so my spouse, in an effort to get me to quiet down (we live in an apartment complex), says
“Clearly there’s no keeping you quiet tonight… next time we’ll have to change that though”
Somehow I get louder and quieter at the same time? Idk maybe my ears started tuning out my own moans because they definitely followed up with
“Oh… maybe you want the neighbors to know you got some tonight…”
My brain broke at that but I think they called me “my slut” at some point because they tend to do that but from orgasm 25-46 I was completely checked out of hearing anything
And then I lost count and panicked a bit
“What’s wrong love?”
“S-sorry. I can’t remember if that was f-f-forty-five… or forty-six-x”
“Oh… let’s call it forty six then” they smiled
My brain finally registers they’ve been playing REALLY hard with my nipples, and 46-53 happen in a giant string that rocks me to my core. The arm holding the vibe locks up and suddenly I’m just along for the ride*
With every new orgasm my spouse gives coos of approval or pinches my nipples to try and either extend it or give me another chain of orgasms.
60
I begin to feel my body start to hit a plateau. I start to lose faith that I’ll actually be able to break my record until my spouse seems to sense my struggle comes in and whispers words of encouragement to me
66
I call it specially because we like meme numbers and the joke almost takes us out of it but we keep going *for science*
69
“H-haha i-it’s… that s-sex number”
My spouse loses it and we keep going
70
We’ve tied my record, and quickly discuss if I have it in me to break it and by how much. As we’re discussing, a wave of them hits me all at once
76
I’m back into the rhythm I was in at the start and very much enjoying myself *UNTIL TEN OF THE FUCKERS HAPPEN NEARLY SIMULTANEOUSLY*
On the approach to orgasm 86 suddenly the sensation stops feeling good. My breathing stops, my moans stop, everything locks up. I know I need to get out of it fast. I manage to swing my arm and land 2 sharp taps on my spouse’s arm.
**SAFEWORD MODE**
My spouse rips the vibe away and immediately holds me so I can come down. I start moaning again and then am able to catch my breath. The high from the orgasms made me feel so good that the sudden loss of the vibe makes me feel empty.
I tell my spouse “I’m good now I wanna keep going” but they immediately respond with “your body said it’s time to stop. I think we should listen to it” so we stop and cuddle
86 orgasms, 76 of them in the span of 40 minutes, and I was as cuddly as ever.
We did go at it again 30 minutes later but that was very basic play and was done for my spouse as a thank you for the night that unfolded. When they tapped too we ended things there and cuddled to sleep!
**HOWEVER THERE WAS A WHOLE 12 HOURS OF AFTERMATH**
When we woke again the night before had left me extremely sensitive and it actually made me momentarily scared we’d broken something in my nervous system. I came four more times from literally nothing and thrice on purpose, putting my 24 hour orgasm record solidly at **Ninety-four orgasms**
It was an unforgettable experience and honestly I’m so glad my body was built to withstand it!
If you’ve made it this far thank you for reading! I’ve been reading other people’s submissions for a while and finally decided to share an experience of my own. I had some issues with title formatting and wanted to re-check the writing because it was late when I initially wrote it so if you did see this when it was up before, yes this was deleted and reposted. Y’all are awesome. Take care!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s1hih6/the_night_we_set_my_orgasm_record_long
Humans are such interesting beings, really. I had no idea that this was even possible