My most reliable way to get off starts in this pose, with these toys, my old two-speed hitachi in my hands and my Lovense Lush in my pussy. I have lots of other orgasms, but many, many sessions end this way.

For most of the session I don’t put the hitachi directly on my clit, but more right above the hood, a tiny, tiny bit further up my belly from the parts of my clit that show, but vibrating the fuck out of my internal clit, which I imagine must be as crazy big as the part that shows.

Eventually I start to reflexively clamp my legs as hard as I possibly can, crossed at the ankles with my feet pointing and flexing, my clit is by this point fat and long enough that this pose puts delicious pressure on it.

Soon my legs start relaxing and tightening as the hitachi and lush do their jobs too. I’m barely conscious of this wave of muscle flexing goes up and down my legs. More than once when a partner’s was available, they tap out because my ex-powerlifter’s thighs are crushing their hand, grinding the bones together without my realizing it. I can sometimes hold my legs open for them for a bit, but soon they’re likely tapping out unless they’ve got a pillow or a shoulder between my thick thighs to take some of the pressure.

By this point I’m a rollercoaster climbing up that hill, and sometime if I have already come a bunch of times that night it can be hard, and I get stuck, maybe almost at the top, and if I don’t something quick I’ll get pulled out of my body and into my head, and then I’ll be thinking again!

Once this starts to happen I have act fast. My legs clamp shut—tight! you do have a hand in there god help you if you have at the wrong angle, because I’m not doing this consciously and I’m not going to stop unless your taps turn into slaps or you’re pretty much screaming. My legs are strong.

The last step comes as my entire legs and ass start to flex without opening, and I’m bouncing and bowing so much that I’m lifting parts of me off the bed. I move the hitachi down so that it’s just above my clit shaft and glans, but not touching either. The obstruction of my big rounded thighs mostly blocks the vibrator from touching my now almost painfully sensitive clit, now at its biggest and hardest. Suddenly added to the feel of the lush and the pulsating pressure of my thighs on my clit are the vibrations traveling through the big hard muscles, and what soft fat there, and the combination of hard, soft, pulsation, buzzing lush and rumbling hitachi is so strong that the flexing and pulsing starts to speed up, losing its rhythm as lose almost all control over my muscles—what had, anyhow. By now if I’m not on towels or some kind of special anti-gushing blanket, whatever mattress I’m on is in trouble.

The jerking gets closer to thrashing and I struggle to keep my hitachi in the sweet spot, but I can’t, always. And when some part of the big white toy brushes my clit shaft or even the head, that’s pretty much it. It’s how I imagine getting hit by lighting.

After more touches or near misses, I give in, jamming as much of the hitachi head as I can stand against as much of my aching clit as I can. The new lightning that strikes must be higher level—a bolt that persists, cracking and jumping, but always connected to my glans and through it to my whole pussy, labia (both kinds) vagina, gspot, and all the rest of it, even deep inside in the dangerous, maybe deadly hidden parts.

When life is good and fair the exact moment when second bolt hits, I reach the top of the hill, and another sensation is added to all the other as weightlessness turns into falling and then plummeting down the track as my orgasm grows and grows until sometimes I am coming so hard it’s hard to take big enough breaths to support all…this.

I say orgasm and that big drop is usually the strongest part, but if I can stand it, it’s the first of too many surges and resurgences to count. Is it, one orgasm? Ten? A hundred? It doesn’t matter because it feels like it’s going to go on forever, and I sometimes have to fight my greed for more coming.

I’ll do my best to resist my terrible greed for more and lock my legs tighter and ease up the vibrator so I don’t pass out or get drawn-out, uncontrolled aftershocks. When I come down right, I’m limp, sleepy, sated, satisfied, pleased with myself, and wondering why I don’t do this more often.

Anyhow, it’s different every time, but it’s my go-to when I need an orgasm or a last orgasm. I’ve got some video that shows it—I’ll try to post a new clip showing this soon!