If you constantly hit new heights of pleasure in an aneros session, how can you be sure you've truly had a Super-O? Maybe you've just had a super session. Whatever happened to me last night, all I can say is that if it gets any hotter, OHMYFUK!!!
I've learned a lot from other guys' blogs and postings. Last night, I began with a quick clean-out to make sure my path to pleasure was unobstructed. Then I looked for the perfect sounds to listen to thru my headphones. My plan was to insert and relax. But I had a brilliant bit of inspiration. Instead of new age music, I went to bateworld )of which I'm a member( and checked out the site's mp3s that have been posted by fellow baters. I was ready.
I laid back on my bed, head propped up with a few pillows. I lubed my mancunt generously, making sure my pussylips were thoroughly coated with a thick layer of albolene. Then I coated my aneros with lube and placed the tip at my hole. Thru the headphones, I began to hear sensuous music mixed with the sounds of men masturbating and moaning in pleasure. I gently pushed my aneros between my cuntlips and sank it to the hilt. And then I was gone. Two hours passed as I rode wave after wave of autoerotic bliss, at one time floating gently on the edge then at other times panting, drooling and thrusting my hips forward like a rutting animal in heat.
By now I was ready to switch from sounds to visuals, so I toggled over to xtube to watch some previously saved video clips. In the interest of full disclosure, I get super turned on by s&m porn, watching one man exercise total power and control over his male property. So I watched submissives having the cum tormented out of them thru e-stim, guys being whipped and beaten as they writhed and screamed all the while erect and craving more.
The last hour and 15 minutes of my aneros session was on a threshold I've seldom reached before. With the sounds of lust and pain filling my brain, my cunt had taken over my body. I was so mind-numbingly high, so in heat, groaning, trembling, shaking all over as my pussylips gripped my beautiful aneros and released it, gripped and released, and my prostate throbbed with a mind of its own. And then I was there. In full spasm. In full lust. Consumed by solosexual erotic desire as my prostate beat like my heart. I groaned, released, moaned, released, and rose higher than ever before and crashed to the ground panting, tingling and completely used up.
Yet I was dry. A drop or two of cum or precum, which I licked up and savored. Was that my first Super-O? I can't swear to it. I guess only time will tell.