Prostate stim and the brain

In my Aneros/p-gasm journey I found this one unique, so here is a brief write-up.

Today, I was home alone at the lake house, just a few jobs to do here. Middle of the day, I decided to try an experiment with my Aneros. Rather than the usual routine (insert, relax, and let it do its thing), this time I thought I’d try putting it in and trying to ignore it while moving around the house and grounds. To raise the challenge, I also thought I’d add pressure with a thong. I’ve written about this before, the added pressure is almost scary. I route the thong back strap across the Aneros handle, and it pushes the probe harder into the prostate, but also varies pressure with movement.  But I’m not going to just “go with it” this time, I’m going to try to carry on life as normal.

So, I got out the Aneros, lubed it up, dashed a bit on myself, then moved it to entry. A gentle push, and my ass grabbed it and sucked it in. Sometimes my ass just wants the thing, and I don’t argue. Then I grabbed one of my newest thong purchases. It’s rather unique, and I got two sizes because I wasn’t sure of the Oriental sizing. Good thing, my normal Large was on the small side. But today, that’s perfect. It has a fairly wide strap so it centers well over the Aneros handle. This thong applies extra pressure on the taint and under the balls, which is heightened stimulation. I tied the drawstring, and immediately things got going. I felt my prostate shiver with the extra pressure.

As I gathered a little snack for lunch down on the boat, I felt a warmth grow in my legs. But I ignored it and moved on. Got my food, my hat, my sunglasses, towel and a paper towel in case things got messy.

Our lake is below the house about 25 steps. Steps, with the Aneros in, are a real trip. Each one can trigger an orgasm. Today, I pushed back, and tried hard to just ignore the sensations. Step by step. Ignore. Ignore. Ignooooore...oh crap...IGNORE!

Got to the boat, and spread things out and sat down gently, VERY gently on the well-inserted Aneros. As I sat and tried to munch my snack, I noticed my brain wasn’t with me. It felt removed, floating, like it was not part of me directly. The more I noticed this, the more intense it got, very much like a drug. I tried to focus on the tastes of the food. But there was something going on between my legs and down to my ass. My brain felt fuzzy, blurry, like the world I was in wasn’t really there.

I finally gave up eating, and moved to the front seats where I could lay down. I looked at the blue sky and clouds and tried to concentrate on their shape. But the Aneros and my prostate had another idea. The more I ignored it, the stronger it got. My mind was floating off somewhere above me when the first p-orgasm slammed into my crotch and shot through the rest of my body to my finger tips, toes and scalp. Suddenly I was rigid, every muscle rock hard and trembling. I think I moaned slightly, but I’m not sure. I just lay there, my body stiff and shaking, staring at the clouds, but not really seeing anything, and lost out of time.  My crotch muscles pulsed, and the thong pushed back, over and over. 

It slowly tapered and I completely relaxed. Relax, I thought, you can avoid another one that way. Relax. Relax. RELAX dammit! Oh my god, here it comes again!

Wham! Like a lighting strike, it hit me again, with my body violently shaking in the after shock. I still watched the sky, the clouds, but no longer in the normal timeline. The wave of pleasure washed over me. I waited for it to subside, but it didn’t. I shook, not breathing, until the darkness of unconsciousness began to creep in from the sides of my vision. I gasped, and relaxed. Slowly the orgasm released me, the trembling subsided, and I felt warm all over.  Ok. That’s it. That’s enough. You’re done.

Deep relaxation now, and the slight motion of the boat rocked me gently. I thought,” I’m done, I’ll gather things up and go back to the house.” But my ass had other ideas. Suddenly, a firm clench. Then another. Then another. They started coming rapidly, and then I went over the falls again, weightless in my decent into extreme pleasure, with involuntary clench after clench, pulsing the tool inside me, pounding it against my prostate.

I’ve no idea how long the last one went on. I know I shook continuously, the pressure of the thong under my balls emphasizing each vibration. When it finally did fade, I forced myself back to earth, grabbed my stuff, and lumbered up the stairs to the house, each step causing another ping of pleasure that I tried to ignore.

I got to the house, and pulled the Aneros out. I sighed with relief, and my consciousness slowly returned.

I recommend you try this. Lube up and insert, start a session, but then, try NOT to have an orgasm. The feeling of loosing control, having your body take total charge, is something everyone should experience.