A friend wrote this a while back. Published with permission.

We've been exploring each other and our sexuality for some time, and every experience has been amazing. Before he and I had come together, I had never been overjoyed with my sexual experiences. It's not that I didn’t enjoy sex, it’s just that it had never been something that amazed me. Now, it seemed that we were learning so much about each other, enjoying each other and ourselves, that I was almost like a totally different person.

I can’t put into words what it was like finding out how orgasms could feel, powerful and electrifying. I’d learned early in life to please myself with toys and had my favourites, but feeling that explosive pleasure as I looked into the eyes of the man I loved was a hundred times better. And we talked, actually communicated. We talked about anything and everything, including our sex together. And it’s because of those talks that we ruined our couch.

I had told him how powerful, how amazing my orgasms were. It seemed that every time was mindblowing. Some were definitely stronger than others, but each one was indescribably wonderful. And we had discovered that I could enjoy more than one.

Holy Shit. Dammit, but that was unexpected. And totally overwhelming. I couldn't say enough how incredible it felt. Like hot and cold fire swirling and dancing inside of me, sending sparks and flares all through me, and then as the fire settled down, it would suddenly flare up higher, hotter, faster than I could imagine and throw off more sparks and flares, brighter and faster than before. I did my best to tell him how it felt, let him know it was more than I ever expected to feel. Sometimes it was so overwhelming.

And yet, sometimes it felt like there was more waiting, almost within my grasp, something bigger, hotter, something I couldn't imagine. How could this be? What I was feeling with him now, was more than I ever thought was possible, what could be beyond? I told him how amazing it was, how unbelievable and powerful I came each time. And then I told him how it felt like there was more. He asked me what it felt like, and I couldn't explain, but I did feel like there was a part of me, deep inside, that was holding back, like I was preventing myself from reaching that next level.

It was after one evening on the couch, starting with a make-out session that had us both pulling each other’s clothes off, his hands caressed me, touching me and stroking my skin, sending shivers down my spine and raising goose-bumps all over my body. His mouth, his amazing mouth had kissed slowly down my body, teasing my breasts and nipples. My hands couldn't stop pressing on him, guiding him, lower on my wanton body. His breath was hot and humid, his kisses burning and electrifying. As he moved downward, he whispered to me, telling me how much he wanted me, how delicious I smelled and how hard I was making him. His words, whispered and low, seemed to echo in my mind, surrounded by the rush of hot blood roaring in my ears. My heartbeat pounded louder and faster as his tongue traced my navel, licking slowly lower, towards my smoothly shaved snatch. His supple lips nuzzled against mine and I could feel how wet I was. His tongue slid easily between my folds and opened my pussy.

No more whispers escaped him. Instead, as his tongue sliced deep and smooth through my hot slick center, he told me how delicious I tasted in the best way he could. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." The sound vibrated low through me, and I could feel it start the tremors of pleasure deep inside. His tongue slid up and down, long and languishing licks that stoked the fire he had started within me; each stroke seemed to pull upwards the pools of liquid pleasure which fed the fire instead of quenching it. His hands on my hips held me still as the tip of his tongue tantalized my clit with light circles. So quickly my orgasm grew, with every light stroke of his tongue, rolling around my most sensitive spot, I could feel it rolling inside me, growing as it spun higher and higher.

My hands pulled him tight to my hot pussy, and I ground myself against him, pushing my hips hard towards his head as I pushed my orgasm higher. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked hard, and this sent me through the roof, my first orgasm of the evening exploding outwards like a huge wave from the ocean crashing hard against a steadfast cliff and pounding hard, energy radiating outwards with the expanding rush of water. Smaller waves rushed in afterwards, and my orgasm rippled down, each following flutter of aftershock washing up and over me like waves on the beach.

His lips and tongue had slowed through my orgasm, but not stopped, because we knew that with just a little more coaxing, I could rise again towards a second, more powerful orgasm. His hands slid up my sides, to cup over my aching tits, my nipples trapped between his fingers as he squeezed lightly, the promise of more to come.

He puckered his lips, wrapping them around my clit, and sucked harder. My ass clenched as I felt pleasure approach pain. The sensitivity was almost too much and I almost, ALMOST told him to stop. Instead, I concentrated on relaxing my body, letting the sensations back away from the sharp edge and move again towards the full, wide plains of pleasure.

His hands tightened on my yearning breasts, and his lips began to stroke up and down on my full, hard clit. His chin pressed against my soaking wet pussy and I could feel his thrusts in my cunt, through my clit, and in every squeeze of his hands on my tits. My second orgasm didn't rise up within me like waves building on each other, but instead it climbed like a tidal wave rising suddenly out of the depths and roaring high, hard and fast towards its powerful completion.

Huge. And hot. I came like an exploding volcano, the tidal wave becoming an eruption of heat and fire, energy and light. My entire body tightened up and I may have screamed in pleasure. Our bodies seemed to melt together, becoming one, and I felt my pleasure rush through him as is expanded outwards from me.

I collapsed, spent, exhausted. I couldn't comprehend anything around me, only able to focus on white noise, folding in upon itself as hot pressure and pleasure, slowly receding back into me. Bit by bit the world reappeared, and I could feel the breeze from the nearby window; I could feel his body down between my shaking legs; I could hear my own ragged breathing.

His face lifted from my soaking wet slit and he smiled at me. “That was so FUCKING hot, Baby.” He lowered his lips to gently kiss around my pussy, soft light kisses that seemed so tender and sweet.

I looked at him and whispered, “That was amazing. Incredible. I can’t describe it. I don't think I could cum again. I'm so totally spent."

His eyes leered at me and I heard his reply, “Oh. I think you could cum again.”

"No, Baby. I'm done." I was so sure.

"You could. I know it.”

This is when we reached a breakthrough. Who knew that a few words, spoken honestly and openly, could start such a new and wonderful experience. "No, Hunny. I don’t think I could. I feel like there's something stopping me from doing more.”

“Something like what?" His words not prying, but rather encouraging, asking so we both could learn more together.

"I don't know how to explain it. That orgasm was so powerful, so intense, but I could feel a pressure inside of me, wanting to get out, wanting to burst out and be so much more.”

"What’s stopping it? You? Or is there something else I could be doing to help coax it out?”

“I think it’s me. I feel the pressure, and I don't know what will happen if I let it go. It’s almost like I have to pee, but a little different. I don’t want to pee.”

His reply was so supportive and encouraging. “Just let it happen, Sweetie. Whatever happens, I want us to try together, to try reach whatever else we can together. If you pee, I don't care, as long as you get to conquer that next level. I know there's more. YOU know there's more. I really want you to just let go and let it out, whatever it is."

The look in his eyes, his soft touch on my skin, the deep bond I always feel with him all seemed so perfect and I knew I could let go, with him, like I’d never trusted myself to let go ever before. With this man, my soulmate, I could explore anything and everything with his confidence and support. Inside, I knew we could reach anything together. And suddenly I wanted to try.

"Ok.” I smiled. “ Maybe one more." His eyes lit up with excitement.

I guided his sweet mouth once more to my juicy cunt. His tongue sliced smoothly between my swollen lips and deep inside of me. He scooped up my wetness and pulled it into his mouth, drinking deep of me. God it turned me on when he looked up into my eyes as he ate my pussy.

Once again he began with long slow and deep slathering licks into me, wide and flat, his tongue traced a long line from the bottom of my slit, digging deep and rising smoothly to the sensitive base of my clit where he lifted gently, teasing lightly at the tender tip. Again, to the bottom, taking with him some of my thick juices to slicken each slow stroke. Long languishing licks, drawing the pleasure from deep within me back to the surface. I could feel my skin flush and warm up hotter and hotter with every delving carve his searing tongue sliced into me. Each lick pressed flat over my clit now, still slow and tantalizing, but building with pressure with each pass. Torturously wonderful, my fingers slid into his hair to guide him, ever so slightly perfect his movements to help build the amazing sensations.

And build they did, rising higher again, quickly and smoothly, I could feel my orgasm start to grow within, and I knew I could reach another orgasm quickly, just as he had known. He knew me so well.

Rising higher and growing stronger, I felt every millimeter of his tongue touch every millimeter of my oversensitive pussy and clit. My hips pushed forward, reaching for his hot tongue. And I recognised the building pressure deep within that I had subconsciously been holding back.

But this time, feeling that pressure build, wanting to release it and feel what was beyond, I instinctively knew what I needed to break loose and let it go. "Your fingers. I need your fingers in me, too, Baby. Please." My words dripped with passion and yearning.

I felt his body shift, and his mouth focused on the top of my cunt, his lips and tongue not missing a beat as he slid his hand between his chin and my legs, two of his fingers sliding easily within my soaking wet slit. And they felt perfect.

He stroked slowly in and out, matching with the movements of his mouth and lips. His fingers curled up slightly and pressed against my g-spot. And the pressure within me built higher. I could feel my orgasm, but I could also feel the pressure. I knew I could cum without letting the pressure go, without releasing my innermost tensions, but I also knew that I could let them go. This man knew me, touched me like I’d never know I could be touched, had reached deep into my heart and soul and become a part of me. With him now in my life, there was nothing I couldn't do, nothing I was afraid to face. I knew I could let it all go and feel whatever else there was for me, for us.

“Harder. Press harder with your fingers.” I could feel just where he needed to reach to set me loose and I wanted him to reach it, Dammit.

My orgasm seemed so huge, and it was just at the edge of where I had exploded and cum on the last one, but this time, with the pressure building inside and both of us reaching to let it go, my orgasm climbed higher instead of bursting free. The fires inside seemed white hot, waves of heat and white noise, rolling together and filling every inch of me, overflowing me and still building. The pressure climbing higher and his fingers pressing harder inside of me.

My fingers curled into the cushions of the couch as I grabbed onto them for leverage. My back arched as I began to drive my hips up and down on his fingers, each stroke also pushing my clit hard against his mouth. It was huge, this combination of orgasm on the edge and growing still, and the pressure within balancing it, holding at the edge, waiting for just the right moment to let go, to release and let whatever was coming out. Hot and cold, fire and ice, pleasure and pressure. Words cannot describe it but I needed to use a few words to top it off, take me to that last point and over this new and unbelievable edge.

"Fuck me, FUCK me. FUCK ME!!!” And I felt the edge slide out from under me and everything turned inside out. My body went wild, I came hard and loud, and it happened all over my body, inside and out. Hot and cold I felt, electric and arched. So many sensations all at once, my pussy seemed like it had grown and the sensations filled me, touching every fibre of my body, everywhere at once. I felt my pussy push outwards with each pulse of my orgasm, over and over. It lasted longer that I'd ever felt before, and I could hear him almost shouting, "Oh my GOD, yes! Push Baby! Force it out, all the way!" I couldn't help myself. This orgasm seemed to have a mind of its own, and it took me over. This must be what a full body orgasm meant. From the center of my body, like sparks of electricity, I felt the energy drive outwards to every point of my body. From my toes to my head, my muscles tightened and arched, each flash of pleasure like the deepest massage on every muscle feeling so good, so releasing. My eyes must have been closed tight because all I could see was a swirl of colours and white, ever changing and twisting.

And when I could breathe again, I felt drenched in sweat.

When I was able to open my eyes and look at him, he was drenched too. His hair was soaked and drips fell slowly from the tip of his nose and his beard. His eyes and his smile were huge.

"You squirted, Baby. Lots.”

I didn’t understand. I sat up slightly and looked at him, most likely with a slightly puzzled look on my face.

"When you came just now, you fucking SQUIRTED all over. It was TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME!”

I looked a little closer at him and saw it wasn't just his hair and face that was wet, it was his neck, shoulders and chest. And I was soaked, too. All over. My legs and belly had large droplets clinging everywhere. My bellybutton was full of liquid. Clear and sweet.

I moved a little again on the couch and suddenly I could feel how wet it was underneath me. Not just wet, soaked, squishy, dripping and splashing wet. The back of the couch, beside my hip, was dark with a moisture stain. A large stain.

Oh My God. Amazing. I had sprayed a LOT.

He told me that it has happened as I came. Every time he had pulled his fingers outwards during my orgasm, it was like I was squirting a water pistol from my pussy. Directly into his mouth at first. At his face and chest. Over and over, arcing up high and soaking both of us and the couch.

He stood and pulled me to my feet, my legs almost collapsing because I had no strength. The couch had two of the three cushions totally soaking, the back of the couch had a large wet spot. Wetness dripped off of both of us like we had just stepped out of the shower together.

So that’s what was waiting over the next edge. Holy Shit. Truly amazing. And we've done it lots since then.

And I can’t tell you enough how wonderful it feels to be able to totally let go with someone.

And how good it felt to ruin a couch.

Note: I wrote this one from my wife's point of view after we had some time to talk about this whole evening.