Orgasm: The Small Death

By Morenike Nie Smith

Every day I wake, I want to die a little. I long for it, and look forward to the next near death experience. An orgasm can also be referred to as the ‘small death’. Why do we all crave to have sex and in the end hope for satisfaction?

The feeling you get when a shiver runs down your spine and all you want to do is turn around and sleep (mostly the male folk) with the reason that the hormones make you sleep or turn around and hold your partner?

An orgasm, as we all know it to be is the final point of love making. Why do most women confess that they fake it? Is it because the men have found a way of satisfying themselves and leaving the women out in the cold? After a long chat with a female friend of mine, I came to the conclusion that the men need to do more work.

What happens when you are so horny, and you both get down and he comes? Can you imagine how the woman feels? The most unsatisfying part is the fact that it is okay to turn around and sleep, forgetting the fact that you both embarked on the journey and the deal was to get there anyways?

Small wonder he thinks that when he mounts, it’s all about the ‘hammer’. Are you looking to get a trophy? It’s not how long, it’s how well! Spare us the agony of dryness, sores, the fan therapy and what have you? All we really need is to die…the small death.

Can you beat this? Laura was in the mood. She wanted her man so badly that she slipped into bed without any garments on. She began to touch him and they both synchronized. She played with him how best she knew as touching him made her wet. She slipped down to give him a BJ but he wanted to enter her. After she had let him, he stopped and pushed her head down to his member. Always a pleasure she thought, and just as she thought it was time to mount him and ride her way to a climax, he stops her and pulls himself off. She was shattered.

A night with so much promise ended in a sham. Scoundrel rang out in her head but she couldn’t tell him. Oh provider of wanting pleasure is usually the tag of most minute men. Should she have asked? Will she have been judged? Is he a king stroker (ha-ha!). The General notion is that most men get it right without instruction, please, spare us. A poet once stated that the big O is comparable to a supernova (supa nova heights) Thanks! Gallagher. Truth be told it takes two to tango; it will take two to Ooohh! You can ‘peak’ on your own, but nothing beats that body darling; it’s from within.  Trust me I know. You have to come with each other, work together and explode for the other. Thank you gentlemen the earth did move for me. Most especially your endearing ear for instruction; deeper, faster just right there are say sakes.

The plateau being the point before the orgasm is breath-taking. For how long do you want to stay on that plane? The peak is the reason for the season so… Please take me there!

I don’t mean to burst the bubble but I can’t help speaking on their behalf. It’s okay to be a lover boy, but she wants to call you and know that her satisfaction is guaranteed. Self love is not selfishness but the act of coitus is between two consenting adults. When she says she needs an orgasm, trust me she means it.

When all fails, the aid of a sex toy can be employed. (Don’t cringe in fear it is in no way competition) It’s not about competition; it is about learning to give her pleasure so she can be happy sexually. Be determined to reach her ‘G-spot’ as often as possible. Learning more about her body is an advantage too. Exploit all the erogenous spots. (Behind the ears, the rear end, the inner thighs, the nipples, and the clitoris) Bear in mind that some things work for some people. Patience always leads the voyager to the final destination.

Peeps the flight is for two. The journey to the peak is smoother with ‘me’ by your side. Find the route to 69. It is a trip second to none.