158 Quotes About Orgasm

Our emptiness greatly exaggerates the pleasure of an orgasm, and that of being high or tipsy.

The kill can be likened to male orgasm. Sex is traditionally thought to be over when the man has an orgasm, and the hunt is never so decisively over as it is after a successful kill. As a teacher, I impatiently listened to a young man matter-of-factly defend the importance of hunting because he found the experience “orgasmic.” From his point of view, all that mattered was how exciting and wonderful the experience was for him.

The generally hostile attitude of dominator society toward sexual expression can be traced to the terror that the dominator ego feels in any situation in which boundaries are dissolved, even the most pleasurable and natural of situations. The French notion of orgasm as "petit mort" perfectly encapsulates the fear and fascination that boundary-dissolving orgasm holds for dominator cultures.

Quan gave him an impatient look. "Did you touch her clit at all?""What's that?" "Oh hell," Michael said.Quan smacked his palm to his forehead. "Her clitoris. It's where you stimulate her to make her come.""Where is it?"Quan rubbed both hands over his face as Michael repeated, "Oh hell.

Yes, orgasm can be an incredible feeling that allows you to fully take advantage of your anatomy and surrender to all the joys that can lead up to your climax. But whether you orgasm at all or you have multiple orgasms during sex, it’s just part of the pleasure-filled journey—not the culmination or result.

Every sexual encounter is a partnership and agreement to exchange energies and information. The energies and information sent from ourselves to another depend on our level of inner work.

Happiness is a consolation for those who cannot orgasm yet … or anymore.

The idea of heart break is spoken of in relation to love, but you were never truly in a state of love or you wouldn't be experiencing heart break, instead you are experiencing the withdrawal of an ego attachment you had to the person.

Para Diego el sexo era líquido lácteo que manaba de su cuerpo como un vómito que lo despojaba, por unos breves segundos, de su deseo inagotable de morir; era echar la mirada hacia el interior de su cráneo, arboleda donde corrían sombras de panteras, y ser individualidad perfecta: ser carne, ser piel, ser huesos, ser sangre. Ser cuerpo: ser vida y no muerte.