Always something new

We have all said at one point or another how each session we do gives us new orgasmic experiences , new discoveries and sometimes more intense pleasure. Sometimes a new technique or change of something reveals a different view in the kaleidoscope of orgasms or more pleasurable sensation or a more resonant orgasm. I hear it all the time in the forum. I began my Aneros journey in 2005, 13 years ago and it seems that the above statement is absolutely true for me. Last night was yet another example.
I have been writing erotic fiction (for my own enjoyment) for years. That was the way I spent yesterday afternoon. As was expected the activity left me highly aroused when I went to bed at 11 pm. My situation was exacerbated by my wife's decision to wear a shortie T shirt nightgown to bed that left her bare derriere exposed for my pleasure and enjoyment. I think that sometimes she does it just to taunt me. Her rear is incredibly sexy. So it was no surprise that at 4 AM I woke up groggily with a raging erection inspired by a steamy dream and the feeling of soft feminine skin on my thigh.

My wife was asleep on her right side facing away from me in our king sized bed. Capitalizing on the lovely bare feminine derriere that her curled up knees offered me I rolled onto my side behind her spooning her and docking my erection in her crack as i did. My cock head was nestled in the caress of her cheeks just barely touching her anus. Thankfully she is a very deep sleeper; I do sometimes wonder if my nocturnal penile prodding of her nether hole inspires erotic dreams for her.
The heat of her anus kissing my cock head is intoxicating and highly stimulating. Bathing my cock head in the warm caress of her anus I began deep breathing; it set off my A Less spasms immediately. They started out gentle. However the degree of my horniness coaxed me to push them to get more and more intense. So gently squeezing my left nipple and deep breathing I thrust my imagination into the erotic narrative I was writing a few hours earlier as my penis pressed against her lovely anus. Thoughts of licking and kissing her hole filled my mind; memories of the scent of it as I kissed it added additional spice to my thoughts. I love the scent of her anus and vagina.

My fantasy involved a young male friend of our family (thirty years her junior) having anal sex with my wife. Instead of my penis pressing her hole, I envisioned it was his cock pressing against her anus in the moments before he penetrated her. As I fantasized the spasms grew in intensity and the narrative became increasingly lurid and graphic. Soon my mind was in control of the story, weaving together increasingly kinkier and forbidden plot lines into a seedy - lewd scenario. The intensely erotic story was wonderfully arousing, it was fueling my A Less big time. It was making me leak heavily onto my wife's anus. Not wanting to wake her I slid back to my side of the bed and lay on my stomach with my spasming - orgasming wet cock pressed on the mattress as my prostate pulsed and pumped. I continued to do deep breathing, pushing the orgasms harder and harder. Ignoring their increasing strength of the orgasms I continued my breathing and allowed my fantasy narrative to go to the extreme. I was piling orgasmic sensation on top of orgasmic sensation. I continued pushing the sensation even harder regardless. My breathed deeply and intently.

In my mind's eye I envisioned the super o I was having as getting thicker and thicker and taking over my body. The precum was really flowing now, my cockhead was softening and was getting very slimy. And I still pushed the orgasm higher and higher. Although I have used the pressure of my cock cleft on hotel and home mattresses to achieve MMO's for 13 years the pleasure was getting so intense I feared that this might be the first time I might ejaculate in the bed. So I decided to back off a little. I rolled onto my back and continued to push the orgasm higher, breathing deeply and focusing on the cacophony of ecstasy that was playing in my anal canal, making my anus clench and release rhythmically and my flaccid penis flop like a fish caught on an anglers line . The heavy dense waves of orgasmic euphoria were filling my anal canal and making my penis leak even more profusely. I decided to stop for fear that I really would blow in the bed and make a mess.

So I stopped to catch my breath. But my prostate had other ideas. It did not want to stop. So as it was calming down, in a move of defiant self gratification, it suddenly began to generate its own pleasure without me breathing or fantasizing. I really was now a victim of my prostate's will. I am a sucker for losing control in sex; seeing women lose control in orgasm is a huge turn on. Losing control of my own pleasure is equally arousing. So I followed the growing sensations of pleasure. i lay still for a while savoring what was happening. Then playfully and gently I began toggling my left nipple to fuel to orgasmic sensation that was building. I was now subservient to my prostate feeding it more sensation; it was in full control. It was 5:15 AM. Laying on my back I imagined I was engaged in a chat with my prostate, planning how I would help it achieve orgasmic nirvana. What followed for the next 30 minutes can only be characterized as an impromptu un -choreographed dance of profoundly erotic sensations and thoughts. The result was exquisite pleasure. I looked at the clock as I felt myself getting pulled underwater into a hazy place in my mind that just existed to experience sexual rapture. I took my finger off of my nipple and laid there. It was 5:45 AM.

I imagined I was on a white sandy beach and the waves that were breaking on my body were orgasms. Just laying there doing nothing the orgasms were washing over me, buffeting me as chains and chains of anal spasms, prostate convulsions, spine tingling - nipple hardening chills made my cock tick and lurch like a metronome. Then the new different twist happened.

As I lay there passively on my back doing nothing but savoring the profound rapture wallowing in ecstasy the rhythmic waves of orgasm speeded up and got closer and closer together. Soon they were piled on top of each other so that I was no longer getting the typical spasms and pulsing throbbing of an MMO, instead I was experiencing a sustained - prolonged sensation of gripping - agonizing - excruciating euphoria. It was like my brain, cock, prostate, cock root, penile bulb and nipples were screaming in a chrorus of sweet anguish.

Then I felt it. My cock which by then had shrunk to less than miniscule began to leak much more heavily than I had ever experienced, it was vibrating gently as it was gripped by wonderful sensations. Hot fluid was running down my thigh between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together and grasped the erotic narrative I was writing in my mind earlier. I ran with it layering more and more forbidden sex acts and highly inappropriate intimacy between myself and others. The orgasm playing out in my body was now a continuous shrieking siren. My cockslit was streaming, as if I was ejaculating, but I wasn't really. I was leaking thick, sticky, copious, white prostatic fluid as my now tiny penis was enshrouded in extreme bliss. There was no pulsing pumping of ejaculation, just sustained orgasmic pleasure and a stream of creamy emulsion oozing from my cock slit.

I began to reengage my deep breathing and push the orgasm really hard. My normally 8 to 9 inch penis was now diminutively shrunken, disappearing even further, as it shrank into my abdomen. Feeling with my fingers I realized I now had a mangina, something that had never happened to me before. Even in it tininess it was still blowing prostatic fluid and it felt sexy and wonderful.
This non ejaculatory cum regurgitating orgasm lasted for another 45 minutes nonstop with no let up. At 6:30 AM I gave up. I was sweaty and there was a pool of opaque cum between my thighs. Admittedly it was thinner than my normal cum and there was a lot more of it than I make in ejaculation. In reality I think i managed to actually experience a 45 minute ejaculation.

Getting out of bed was a challenge but I managed to do it without making a mess. Not wanting to lose the kinky narrative that I wrote in my mind I got up at 6:30 and came down stairs to commit the twisted story to writing.

In a few days I will be alone for a week as my wife leaves to spend a week with a friend out west. I need to think of a twist on that one to fuel another torrid session and learn something new that these wonderful orgasms can give me.