So, last night was THE night. The first orgasm with my new friend, Prince Albert.
To be honest, while I was really looking forward to this, I had also really been dreading it for the fear that it would hurt, that it would set my recovery back as I have read of happening to so many people, and/or, well, that it just wouldn’t work.
And, as you may have seen on Twitter, WOW, it felt absolutely like something I have never felt in my life and I wanted to immediately go online and thank the people at St. Sabrina’s and then go hug Thumper for taking me and holding my hand and all those things, but, of course, I was first so I had to wait on Axel. Ugh.
Yes, Axel was there and was a part of this event, but to be honest this one was all about me as I had all the above emotions in my head while trying to make it happen. I think I have said here before that I usually take a long time, even if significant time has passed, but last night was fast which surprised us both.
The sex was bad, but I didn’t care. Neither did he. That was not the point last night.
The bad sex part was from fear of me touching the wrong place, him touching the wrong place, Stella jumping on the bed at the wrong time and Thumper in my head saying “don’t set yourself back” over and over again. We had been there before when, a few years back, Axel had some major reconstructive surgery done on his leg and hip – a story I won’t share here – and getting back to normal after that was odd because I feared for months after the fact that I would hurt him. While this was very very minor in comparison, it was nice to have a familiar place to go back to knowing that the next will be better and then the next, etc.
Now, about that climactic moment…
Wow. It burned some, which I had expected, but the orgasm itself was about four times more intense than I ever remember having in the past sensation wise. It was like I could feel the ejaculate going around the rod and hitting nerves, although most likely literal raw nerves, that had never been hit before. Also, while never in my life have I been a “shooter”, last night I was. In fact, this morning, to be a bit graphic, I was very happy that we did not choose a fabric headboard and that the wall had paint which could be scrubbed clean.
So, that’s that. The great news is this morning there is no soreness, no extra sensitivity, and the road ahead looks very promising which is especially good because I can’t wait to change this jewelry to a ring which Thumper is going to help me pick out. Yay.